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Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker.
“An old woman came in this morning while you were out and asked me to make some jewelry for her to gift to her granddaughter. She picked out the designs, gave me some raw gems to work with, and was very clear that I was to do it, not you.”
“And why is that?”
Ciana shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t say exactly. She saw my design doodles and liked them, and insisted that I be the one to do everything with the making of the pieces. Maybe she’s a member of the cult of Shenaria.”
Her father snorted. “There are no more Shenarians. Get that silly nonsense out of your head. Crazy bunch of women who thought that anything touched by a man was profane.”
Novel Notes 
Interesting twist here. I wonder what she’s requested to make and why.
Intriguing! I feel as if there’s so much going on here that I haven’t figured out yet (but I like that). Great snippet.