Making things

The warmth of the fire was a welcome sensation as she pondered over her lesson with Basilisk. Meditation. In a way, when she created and became engrossed in a task it was a sort of meditation...

A bright and familiar voice broke into her reverie of shaping the thin hot metal into a broach. She perked her ears up and flashed him a welcome smile as she finalized the twist in the pin just so and set the piece to the side on a wool pad to cool.

"Wylan! Yes, I was. Got a few more to make for Wynter to take to Avalon when she gets back." She replied with a wag of her tail. An idea occurred to her, "Hey, I helped... someone, make an earring before. Would you like to try to make one?" It was Spider, she helped Spider but... Saying their name was too hard at the moment.

"Speech"