Glass Collection: Storm Glass / Sea Glass / Spy Glass. Maria V. Snyder

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      “Can anyone else do it?”

      “Not that I know of.”

      “Then they are truly unique and you should be proud of them.”

      I squirmed at the thought. I was proud of what they could do, but Tula’s glass creations were crafted better. More life-like in detail and sought after by collectors, especially since there would be no more. A flare of grief burned in my throat. I swallowed it down and changed the subject.

      “Why do you keep the orb?” I asked.

      His grip on my waist tightened for a moment before he relaxed. “I was filling the orb when my sister died. Kaya worked on another outcrop two hundred feet away during a sullen storm. I knew the instant her orb shattered. By the time I reached her, she had lost too much blood.”

      I wanted to express my regret, but, after what had happened in his cave, I kept quiet.

      “I keep the orb because it … comforts me. I don’t expect you to understand, but it reminds me of Kaya. She could be sullen and moody, yet when she smiled, all was forgiven.”

      I understood all too well. Siblings fight. They hate each other and love each other, and there are times when one emotion is a heartbeat away from the other.

      “Perhaps that’s why the orb sings her name,” I said.

      “Perhaps.” A long pause, then he whispered, “But I don’t hear her name.”

      Zitora finally stopped when the moon reached its zenith. We made a fire from the driftwood we had packed. After sitting on the ground for a few minutes, I wished we had taken a couple chairs, too.

      “We’ll have to buy fresh supplies,” Zitora said. “How far are your stockpiles from the market?”

      “Not far. The market is an hour’s ride east,” Varun answered.

      I thought about the location of their stockpiles. “How do you get the glass ingredients down to the beach?” I asked Varun. “Wagons won’t fit on The Cliff’s trail.”

      “There is another way to the beach. If you head northwest through the Krystal Clan’s lands, there’s a wide slope down to the coast. Then you go straight south to reach The Cliffs. It’s the long way. When we’re in a hurry, we take the loads over The Flats and lower them with ropes. An unpleasant task.”

      He launched into a story about losing a whole load of lime when a rope broke. “It looked like it snowed on The Cliffs” He chuckled. Then he added—with a touch of sourness—”Being the youngest, I was assigned the task of scraping lime off the rocks and picking out impurities before my father and sister could put it into the glass mix.”

      “Why make the orbs on-site? Why not make them in Thunder Valley and transport them to The Cliffs?” I asked. “It would be easier.”

      “I asked my father the same thing.” Varun squirmed into a more comfortable position. “He quoted me three reasons. Tradition, secrecy and convenience in case more orbs are needed during the storm seasons. Although having to wait twelve hours for an orb seems long to me.”

      “Better than two days,” Kade said. “And it could be the difference between life and death.”

      Varun and I talked for a while about glassmaking in general.

      At one point, Varun shook his head. “I don’t feel the same … enthusiasm you do about working with glass,” he said. “To me, it’s a job to get done so I can go do other things.”

      “You have time for other activities?” I asked.

      “Sure. We work for four weeks making orbs, wait out each season just in case they need more, and then have the rest of the year to ourselves.” Varun picked up a stick and poked the fire. “Usually we work other jobs.” Poke. Sparks flew. “We don’t get enough money from crafting orbs to live.” He jabbed at the embers.

      “You’re well paid for a half a season of work,” Kade said. His tone held a warning note.

      Varun snorted, but said nothing.

      Zitora broke the awkward silence with orders for everyone to get a few hours’ rest.

      “A few?” Varun asked.

      “Seventeen days left,” Zitora replied.

      “What about setting a watch schedule?” I asked her.

      “No need. I’ll know if anyone comes close.”

      “Will you let them? I’d like a little notice if I’m going to wake up with a sword pointed at my throat again.” I shivered at the memory.

      “Again?” Kade asked.

      Zitora filled him in about the ambush.

      “Does Raiden know?”

      “Yes.”

      “Isolated attack or can we expect more trouble?” Kade asked.

      “We didn’t have time to find out. I’m hoping Master Jewelrose has interrogated them before we arrive in Thunder Valley. Do you know anyone who wants to keep you from dancing?”

      Kade’s gaze grew distant. “The other clans have always complained about our using the storm’s energy to fuel our factories, saying it gives us an unfair advantage in producing cheaper goods. The Krystal and Moon Clans have been most vocal. They’ve even offered to buy full orbs from us, but there are just enough orbs for our factories. And some years are leaner than others. It all depends on how many storms we get and how strong they are.”

      “Hopefully once we arrive at Thunder Valley, we’ll find out who wanted to stop us from helping you,” Zitora said.

      “Then I’d better come to town with you,” Kade said. “We’ll drop Varun off at the stockpiles and I’ll walk back.”

      “I get to babysit piles of sand while you’re in town.” Sarcasm dripped from Varun’s voice. “How exciting.”

      Sleeping on the uneven shale ground proved difficult. I struggled to find a comfortable spot and managed only short snatches of sleep. And Kaya haunted my dreams. She beckoned to me, wanting my help, but I couldn’t reach her. She was encased in glass.

      A shrill sound pierced my mind and I bolted into a sitting position. Kade sat with his orb cradled in his lap, staring into its depths, lost in another world. Zitora and Varun appeared to be asleep. The fire had burned down into a few glowing embers.

      “Kade?”

      He jerked as if startled, but didn’t look at me. “Go back to sleep.”

      “I can’t.”

      Now he peered at me through the darkness. “Why not?”

      “Your orb.” I gestured. “Your sister. You need to cover it.”

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