Tal leaned against her shoulder as she pulled out her journal, and Alys was again surprised by how natural it was to be around her friend. She wasn't a particularly cuddly person by nature, after all, but the steady presence at her side was somehow comfortable. She grinned up at him when he praised her drawing: a simple, elegant ring that made the obsidian she'd mined the shining star of the piece.
She briefly considered which finger she'd want to wear the ring on and, after a moment's contemplation, selected her right ring finger. Holding out her hand, she said, "I think the ring finger." She tilted her head to one side thoughtfully. Yes, that seemed right. As the smith took the measurement, Alys glanced over Tal's drawing again. "Yours will be nice, with the black and red. I didn't even think about using a darker metal."
She briefly considered which finger she'd want to wear the ring on and, after a moment's contemplation, selected her right ring finger. Holding out her hand, she said, "I think the ring finger." She tilted her head to one side thoughtfully. Yes, that seemed right. As the smith took the measurement, Alys glanced over Tal's drawing again. "Yours will be nice, with the black and red. I didn't even think about using a darker metal."
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