Leaning into the brightest arc of lamplight, Thyrð turned the gem to and fro with louring dissatisfaction.
"What is the matter?" Veylin set aside his sapphire and came to gaze on his nephew's work. Great skill was required to shape moonstone to best advantage. "Have you lost the glow?"
"Not lost. Yet," he allowed, "it is strangely dimmed. Should I buff it smoother still?"
Veylin shook his head. "It is overpolished already. The height of the dome gives the radiance."
"Not irretrievably. Here—cut it into four cabochons; they will complement the star sapphire beautifully."
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