A Girl's Gotta Accessorize

Irilyth smiled happily at Avacyn’s infectious enthusiasm, the young woman’s passion for crafting shining through as bright as the morning sun. Avacyn was such a sweet and darling young girl, all the best parts of her parents. She had Manea’s heart and brilliance, and Alastor’s passion and spirit. There was little doubt in the healer’s mind that this girl, who, she’d cared for from wiggly pup to tall and graceful princess, was destined to change the world and lead Elysium into greatness.

Together, the two women worked, with Irilyth only accidentally stabbing her paws with the needle a couple of times and Avacyn giving her pointers and suggestions as she worked. Iri was grateful for the direction and knowledge Avacyn brought with her. This task would have been monumentally more challenging on her own! As the bag began to take shape and she was affixing a folding lid over the top of it, Avacyn was suddenly struck with inspiration and rushed from the small room into her workshop to return with some raw metal and metalworking tools.

As Avacyn explained what she had in mind, Irilyth’s eyes brightened in appreciation and understanding. "Oh, Avacyn, dear, that’s very kind of you! You don’t have to use all your nice supplies on me," she replied, trying to gracefully spare Avacyn from spoiling her, though if she was anything like her mother, Iri doubted the violet princess would let her say no. "You’re very talented with metalwork, Lady Avacyn. Your mother has plenty of reason to be as proud of you as she is," Irilyth complimented the young woman while she watched her begin to craft the straps for her bag.

With a few final securing stitches, the flap was attached to the body of the bag as a lid, and now just awaited the finishing touches from Avacyn.

"Irilyth"