Kelyn raises her hands and breathes out slowly, placing her hammer and burin on the work surface. The intricate engraving on the little copper jar twinkles in the light from the lamp hanging on the wall. "Kelyn!" She cranks open the vise and picks it up. The call comes again. "Kelyn!" "Just a moment!" She puts the jar down and picks up its lid, ready and waiting to be added. Anticipation tickles her stomach.