Her argument with Mair had made her late returning to the guildhall for her afternoon session. Despite her vow to her Touched friend, Rani had not dared to seek out Crestman that day—she had work that she must complete. She had sketched out her drawing of Lor the night before, but she found that she was more critical of the god of silk by daylight. Somehow, his face now seemed too fat, too prosperous, as if he did not need to work for his wealth. She should make him more slender, more bony. Cutting the glass pieces would be easy enough with the diamond knife that she had mastered under Tovin’s tutelage. Sighing, she started to rub out part of the drawing. She leaned far over the table—she wanted to preserve her carefully sketched background. It had taken her hours to draw the octolaris, and she was pleased that she had managed to hint at the spiders rather than mandate any actual depiction. After all, there were other sources of silk in the world—curious worms from distant Pelia, for example.
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