Moon on the Water

[Tatiana Ivanov]

Tatiana smiled indulgently at Stephen as she put her leather apron on at settled herself at the workbench nearest to where he was sat.

She does her best to maintain her elegance as she sits, but it is impossible to hide the fact that she must spread her knees to balance herself while she works.

"I've only been in the City for a year, no time at all really, so I can't say that I knew anyone who fell well" she pauses to reach into one of the small compartments and pull out a large lump of blackened metal coiled like a spring. "Francis was the only person I was properly acquainted with, being of the same clan", another pause as she reaches for a piercing saw.

"Have you recovered from your injuries?" she enquires, a look of concern crossing her face?

Leaning the coil of metal against the forked tongue of wood protruding from the bench she begins to saw through the metal coils.

"Please feel free to talk freely, I am very happy to listen to anything you have to say!". There is a slight flush come to her face, "I'm sorry, I may not be the best at questioning and working but I shall do my best to hold up my end of the conversation"

She turns back to her work and continues to saw at the thick band of metal, gold dust starting to gather in the lap of her apron