Jewell enjoyed the finer things in life?like nice jewelry?as much as any other woman in RhyDin. However, it was not for herself that she was visiting the line of stores and workshops that constituted the entirety of RhyDin?s glass-made jewelry industry. Light reflected and refracted across the narrow street from pieces of glass, acting as prisms, hanging on shop doors. Jewell read the varying shop signs and examined the merchandise in several windows but didn?t enter any of them. She grinned when she saw the sign she had been looking for: Fey?s Flights of Fancy. The chiming of glass bells greeted her as she entered the shop filled with rich colored glass, altering the morning sunlight into something ethereal and breathtaking.

The girl behind the counter and clutter of glass and metal looked up from where she was using nothing but her fingers to bend and twist a length of wire to curl around a colored piece of glass and smiled brightly upon recognizing Jewell. There was a small community of the winged-ones in the city, especially those like Jewell and the sisters who ran the glass shop: not of the true, full blood, separated from both mortal and immortal communities as children because of their mixed heritage. They chose to live outside the Vale, making an existence for themselves in the city amongst others who had fled to the center of the multiverse. Jewell had met Tangle and Flint years ago on arriving in RhyDin and hadn?t forgotten them since then. They were half sisters, half fae, with the same mortal father and different fey mothers. Flint was of fire and Tangle of earth, the glass shop the child of such a mix. It was Tangle behind the counter, using her abilities to bend and shape the yield of the ground into something beautiful.

?Little Jewell of the Water!? They both always called her that, being that she was at least a century younger. ?Whatever brings you to our side of town? You can?t be needing physical aid again, for you?re not covered in blood.? The last time Jewell had bumped into Flint had been during one of her earlier shifts in the West End, after she had taken a beating from some mugger (and had given him a beating in return). With blood pouring down her face from a shallow cut on her forehead, she had ran into Flint outside of a night club and had been hauled off to the apartment above the shop to be treated for her injuries.

?Hey Tangle, what?s up? How?s everything going for you ladies??

?Can?t complain, business has been good.?

?And going to get even better, I need you to make something for me.?

She could see Tangle?s eyes light up not at the prospect of business and money but at the chance to create something beautiful. ?And what is it that you need, Little Jewell, and what?s the special occasion? You never commission and none of your children have reached any land marks lately.?

In a tone so perky and excited, Jewell held up her left hand and told her, ?I?m getting married!? The resulting squeal of excitement from both girls and burst of questions from Tangle was loud enough to have Flint banging on the wall from the workshop to get her sister to quiet down. ?Aiyyeee, Flint! Jewell is getting hitched,? she shouted (switching to Elvish in her excitement) through the wall. ?So, who is he? What?s his name? How tall? What species?? She continued her onslaught of questions. ?You know we?re not jive with marriage, baby, but if it works for you then that?s cool.?

Jewell was rushed through an explanation of who Stephen was, how they met, their engagement, etc. ?Ah darling, I should?ve known this was coming. Happiness is practically pouring off you! So, what is it that you want us to make? Something for you to wear to the wedding??

Jewell made a semi-surprised ?o? with her mouth, ?I hadn?t even thought of that but the idea has serious merit. I actually want you to help me make something for Stephen.? Leaning over the counter, she explained her idea to Tangle.

It was a whole week before Jewell was allowed back into the shop this time. They had blocked off all her attempts to stop by and check on their progress before then. The bells sounded off as she stepped inside and it was Flint that was behind the counter this time, smiling as if she had expected Jewell. She probably had. The sisters had quite the range of magical abilities only no interest in using them to fight, only to create fabulous jewelry.

?Yes, it?s ready.? She answered before Jewell even voiced the question, only it didn?t take magic to figure out that she was going to ask it. Flint gestured her forward and Jewell carefully navigated the store to bounce eagerly before the counter. Flint laughed, not tempting the water fae?s patience, and pulled out a velvet pouch, which she immediately handed over.

Like an eager child, Jewell opened the pouch. Reaching in, she took hold of the fine rope the creation had been connected to: it looked somewhat coarse but was soft and gentle on the skin, of elvish make. Gently she pulled the rope out to reveal the heart shaped charm on the end of it, gasping as the light hit it. The glass was about 1 ? wide and ? thick. It was mainly made of a brilliant green, like the fields of the land of Eire he had described for her once, or the way his eyes looked in the right light. Through the very center, though, was a shock of blue, almost like a lightning bolt, of a variety of shades depending on what angle it was observed from. If one looked close enough, they could see the fine lines that were strands of her hair running through the blue colored glass. ?We left room on the back so that we can engrave the date you wed if you?d like.? Flint tossed out there quietly, watching Jewell as she held the pendent aloft, the rope spinning about slowly and throwing the prismal light over her face as she stared at it, transfixed. A simple but strong silver clasp held the pendant and the rope together.

?Oh girls?? at some point Tangle had joined them, leaning against the doorframe that separated the workshop from the store, ?It?s perfect.?

?We just need you to imbue it with your energy, ward it, whatever you want. We usually do that ourselves for customers but we thought you?d like to.?

She nodded, taking the pendant into the palm of her hand and curling her fingers over it. Closing her eyes, blue energy erupted around her, coalescing at her hand. It danced and swirled as Jewell infused the physical object with her astral signature, forming a ward against those who would wish to harm the one she loved and a blessing for him. She brought her hand to her lips, uncurling her fingers to place a kiss against the glass and seal the magic.

The energy faded away when she was done and she opened her eyes to face the two grinning faces before her. ?That was some powerful magic there, little one. The rumors are true.?

Jewell just blushed in embarrassment, replacing the pendant in the velvet bag. ?How much do I owe you girlies??

They both laughed, ?Nothing, young one. Consider it part of our wedding blessing to you.?

?And take this as well,? Tangle added, offering her a second velvet pouch to match the first.

?What?s in this one?? Jewell asked suspiciously, her curiosity getting the best of her and opening it up before she received her answer. Inside was the opposite of the pendant that had been made for Stephen: a heart of blue with a shock of bright green running through the middle.

?We didn?t have him around to bless it for us, so we put our own blessing for bliss and happiness upon it for you.?

Tears stung her eyes as she hugged both girls, ?Thank you, ladies, so much. These are just?more than I could have asked for.?

She left the shop en route to find Stephen, both pendants with her.