The wistful tone in her voice is noted (quite easily for him in this instance, with his senses running higher than usual) and he ponders a thought as he peers closer into the case, eyes falling to the brilliant and delicate patterns that have been worked into the glass.
"These are stunning," he says honestly, glancing up at the woman. "Your talent is quite evident."
There are single beads as well as other beads that have already been strung together onto cord and crafted into bracelets, anklets, necklaces and the like.
"Would you be able to take some of these and perhaps create a set, without too much trouble?" He motions at the ones that have patterns which echo their tattoos, and also the lotuses. Carefully, he picks one of each up and studies them closely. "I would like a necklace for my wife - perhaps with some of these other beads of silver between, and then for myself just one of each on a cord - a bracelet of sorts, to match?"
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"These are stunning," he says honestly, glancing up at the woman. "Your talent is quite evident."
There are single beads as well as other beads that have already been strung together onto cord and crafted into bracelets, anklets, necklaces and the like.
"Would you be able to take some of these and perhaps create a set, without too much trouble?" He motions at the ones that have patterns which echo their tattoos, and also the lotuses. Carefully, he picks one of each up and studies them closely. "I would like a necklace for my wife - perhaps with some of these other beads of silver between, and then for myself just one of each on a cord - a bracelet of sorts, to match?"