The lower levels of the Relay were quiet, a stark contrast to the usual bustle above. As ty wandered through the dimly lit corridors, they caught the faint sound of crystals being shaped and polished, the soft, melodic tinkling drawing their attention. Curiosity piqued, they followed the sound, eventually finding themselves in front of a small, private workshop. The space was bathed in the soft, warm glow of amber crystals, their light flickering gently off the walls. At the center of the room, Citrine was bent over a workbench, her hands delicately guiding crystalline fragments into perfect form. She seemed entirely focused, her touch light yet precise, as if coaxing the crystal to reveal its hidden potential.
she catches sight of ty at the entrance. "Ah, I see you’ve found my little sanctuary," she said softly, her voice calm and serene. She continued working with the crystal in her hands, the sound of it shaping beneath her fingers both mesmerizing and peaceful. "These crystals," she began, "they aren’t just for show. I’m crafting them to aid in healing and protection for my allies. Each one holds a unique energy, waiting to be unlocked." Her movements were fluid, almost as though the crystals were an extension of her being.
After a moment, Citrine placed the finished crystal aside and turned her full attention to ty, her posture relaxed but her presence still commanding. "Would you like to try?" she asked, her voice inviting yet filled with a quiet reverence. She picked up a small, uncut crystal and handed it to ty, her fingers brushing lightly against theirs as she did. "It’s not just about the technique," she explained gently, "but about connecting with the energy within. Shaping crystals is a way to understand yourself, to focus and draw out your inner strength." Her eyes glowed softly as she spoke, her passion for the craft evident in every word.
Citrine stood close, watching intently as ty held the crystal. "Start slowly," she advised, her tone soothing, "Feel its shape. Let it guide you." There was a serenity in the air, as if the workshop itself encouraged quiet contemplation. Citrine smiled again, her expression one of quiet encouragement. "Don’t worry if it doesn’t happen right away. The crystal will respond when you’re ready. Just focus on your energy, and it will do the rest." Her presence was calm and reassuring, offering both guidance and space for ty to find their own connection with the crystal.
