"Something with stones?"


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Date: March 22, 2011
Location: Landing: Main Square
Synopsis: Nenienne unknowingly strikes an idea for Kaskan during a brief encounter.
Rating: PG
Logger: Kaskan.

Landing: Main Square
Landing is surrounded on three sides by water and stone, but there is ample room between her buildings for a wing of dragons to land easily. To the north, the land becomes sandy and leads out into the open seas, where dolphins play. To the west, the Black River flows from the Southern Mountains into the sea. The Eastern Barrier Range winds across the southern side of the complex. One of the closest peaks is the Two-Faced Mountain—the volcano that buried the place in lava and ash thousands of Turns ago.
The complex itself contains four parts: the famous AIVAS Complex, containing the Automated Intelligence Voice Activated System, classrooms and conference center; the Archives, which houses all the information gained from the computers and all the contributing Halls; the Dining Hall, where the residents of Landing eat; and the Barracks, the cluster of buildings where they sleep. At certain times of the day, the solar panels on the tops of the various buildings reflect down into the square, making the dragons' ability to land without visual cues nearly invaluable.

Kaskan has pulled a chair up to the side of the barracks building, front legs tipped up into the air. Arms crossed he idly chews on a stick, making mental notes as he watches people come and go.

Nenienne arrives from the direction of the classrooms, covered (more so than usual) in metallic dust and looking both disheveled and tired, but also rather pleased. Noticing Kaskan, she stifles a yawn and heads over toward him.

Kaskan sees a familiar face coming his way and flips the stick out of his mouth to point in her direction. "Finally, one I recognize," he tosses when she's near enough. Light blue regard drops from her face to her shoes and back again, dark brows rising behind wayward bangs. "I think, anyway," he teases, gaze narrowing as if scrutizing closer. "Is that you Nenienne?"

Nenienne nods, once her yawn is finished. "Hi there. Are you here with…" she searches her memory for the name, and apparently fails, because she finally finishes limply with, "Your ward?"

Kaskan returns to chewing on the stick and rocks his chair slightly, tipping forward just a bit and clanking back against the wall again. "Jhorn, yes. He had classes." Again his gaze dips pointedly. "I take it he isn't in any with you?"

Nenienne shakes her head. "I wasn't here for classes, today. I was finishing up a commission."

Kaskan perks a little at that, chin tilting as he gives it a quick jerk to sway over-long bangs from his view. The stick is pulled again, this time to roll in gesture with his hand. "Something with stones?" he asks, recalling her telling him about her work in a previous conversation.

Nenienne's face is flushed, and her overall expression relieved. "Yes, and one of the most difficult cuts to work with. One of the most difficult to cut, too, I imagine; I would feel sorry for the Miner if it didn't cost so much."

Kaskan drops one leg off the side of the chair for a little more balance as he stills, curious despite himself and suddenly making a connection that requires a careful mask to hide. "What makes it so hard to cut?" he asks before chewing on the stick again.

Nenienne says, "It's called bezel cut, and it's a drop shape. All of the facets need to be perfectly aligned to one another or there's no brilliance. The stones have to be at least eye clean even to be considered, and needs to be much larger than the final product. Most cutters will try it with the smallest stone possible, but that leaves no room for error, and if they do make a mistake, they need to start over with a new stone with all of the aforementioned qualities. Larger stones cost more, so it's hard to justify starting with margin for error."

Kaskan smiles as she answers his question so thoroughly. He should've expected it. New idea strengthened, he nods with an expression purposely set with casual interest. "Sounds like it'd take a very steady hand," he muses. Just then the sound of youthful voices, many raised in laughter, erupts from a nearby building as students begin to file out in mingling clusters. Kaskan lets his chair fall forward and rises with a sigh. "Well, looks like Jhorn's out too. Catch ya later, Nenienne." Giving the young woman a quick flick of fingers to temple he tosses the stick over one shoulder and strides toward the exiting youths.

Nenienne doesn't appear at all suspicious as she says, "Clear skies. It was good talking to you." Talking at you would perhaps have been more accurate.

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