Harpers Notes Tharsa, female, 5’6”, 120 with a very shapely figure, aged 19 turns. Tharsa is certainly the most unusual looking young lady of the Hold, at least those who have met her or even glimpsed her would think so. She has hair that is quite frizzy and curled a bit, in both deep brown-black and striking white around her face. She has creamy tan skin and has very long, dark nails that seem to grow rather rapidly. She is craft born in the Starcraft, and loves to be around the glasscrafters when they are assembling the distance-viewers that she keeps near her at all times. She is a bit of a geek, and socially clumsy. Physically however she is quite nimble and has never broken even a simple cup let alone one of her precious lenses. She is not remarkably intelligent but she applies all she learns quite well. Though she has not been searched, she knows that a dragon will come to her. She has occasionally had premonitions which leave her dazed and almost catatonic. It is a secret fact that in her heritage is the time-displaced Kalkin, her ancestors sired by him nearly 500 turns in the past. Perhaps this is why she has as many mental oddities?

There was so much work to be done in the glass house that Tharsa wasn't sure that the man would ever get to her project. The Master glazier had little time to devote to such odd pieces. But finally, when the rush of their first orders of the day had abated, Tharsa saw the man pick up her request. He glanced at her, knowing who it would be from - her hand writing was so distinct and crisp and of course, it was a request that no one else would ever hand him. "I can do this, but it'll cost you. What have you in trade, young lady?" The master crafter asked. "I can give you these," she said, producing two small bags of what appeared to be colored beads. To anyone else, they were children's toys. To the expert eye of the glaziers, however... "How did you find those?" He breathed, "that is a color I've been meaning to try for years, Tharsa." He tilted his head, "you didn't-" "I don't steal, Master Emlar, I go the idea from some of your other work, and just asked around. You know the Starcraft doesn't sit in one place. I know riders, they know crafters... you know how it goes." She paused, "so, you'll do it?" "I'll do this and half a season's worth of your other requests, for those." He said. Tharsa was not aware of the muttering of the students and journeymen around them. To her sensitive ears they were just talking and it wasn't aimed at her - so she ignored it. But had she the social sense in her head, she would have heard how little respect the workers had for their Master - he could so easily be swayed by a girl like her, and stuff that wasn't relevant to their work like that color. Who cared what color he wanted? It was a private matter, and they would be devoting work time to it? Well, he was the Master crafter after all, so they did have to do it. Master Emlar and Tharsa arranged a bit more, what else she might be needing. He told her to just come to him when she needed something, and then as she left the glass works hall she saw him examining the color beads intensely with a grin a mile wide on his round face.

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