Nixie snatched the bundle of notes from Clair's hands with the quickness of a thief, her movements sharp and precise.
The quill nearly slipped from Clair's grip as she shot Nixie a glare, ink still dripping ominously from its tip.
"Hey!" Clair protested, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I worked hours straight on those!"
"You take notes," Nixie replied, waving the papers like a flag of victory, "but you don't do anything with them. Watch and learn."
With an exaggerated groan, Clair slumped back in her chair. Felix raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unfolding drama.
Leaning against the obsidian table with arms crossed, he watched as Nixie strutted toward the crystal board mounted on the far wall.
Seizing the chalk crystal, she gave it a twirl before scratching bold numbers and names across the surface.
The artisans in the room,blacksmiths, runesmiths, glassmiths,fell silent.
