Synchrony
Ilia sat on a stool in a far corner of the workshop, unbothered by the clanging of metal as she read her book. Occasionally, she glanced up to admire Violet at work across the room, then returned her gaze to the book with a smile.
“Hey there Ilia, long time no see!” came a voice from the doorway behind her.
Ilia gently closed the book and turned around in her seat. “Oh, Orchid! It really has been a while, hasn’t it. What brings you here?”
“Just dropping by to check on you two, catch up a little,” Orchid grinned, pulling up a stool next to Ilia. “How’ve things been lately? You better be treating my sister right, y’hear?” she added with a tone of mock sternness.
“I do my best to,” Ilia replied, gazing at Violet again with a soft, warm smile. “We’ve been well. There’s been a lot more business these past few years; especially cyclemount repairs, it seems they’ve gotten quite popular. Today’s job doesn’t need any new glyphwork, so I’m just keeping Violet company, but I’ve learned more about motive glyphs in the last five years than I picked up in a century of schooling.”
Orchid chuckled. “Glad to hear it! Just don’t work yourselves too hard, ’kay? You’re getting older – or, well, Violet is…” She trailed off awkwardly. “Actually, huh. Is that a gray hair up there? Kinda hard to tell in all the gold.”
“It is.” Ilia smiled at Orchid. “Violet’s been getting a few too; they look lovely on her.”