The room is dark. The woman's voice starts out quiet, only a little above a hum, sweet and wordless. It climbs - then dips and climbs again. And with it... silver.
The silver forms itself to the contours of her voice, looping in on itself. Only rarely does she need to dart a hand out to shape it. For the most part, it follows her song. Deft fingers dart out to thread beads on it, but only a few... the silver is its own art.
Her voice drops down again, and tapers off; she catches the piece and sets it in a well-cushioned little box.
It almost looks like a voice. "Greens in Winter" by Kythryne of Wyrding Studios. A swoop of silver wire, peridot, and moonstone. 1 7/8" (48 mm) high, 1 1/4" (33 mm) wide.
Just had a possible missing-cat situation. That'll get your heart pumping. (He was found safely, don't worry.)
Second shift is over. Blogathon is 2/3 over. Now we just have to get through this last, thoroughly evil shift.
Blogathon 2008. 24 hours of spontaneous fiction for BARCC.