"We'll work with rods of glass, and you can shape those." She passes her basket across to him so that he can rummage through it and choose colors and tools.

"Trying to breathe steadily helps me, but you know what you need and what you can manage." She reaches up to remove the net holding all of her braids, then fingers them until she finds the one she wants. "Tell me when you want to start, and I'll make my fingers hot enough that the glass should be malleable."