"It's b-beautiful," Cessilia muttered.
She turned the vase in her hands, admiring the beautiful nacre mosaic on it, and how it superbly shined at each fragment of light. She could feel all of the craftsman's hard work and passion in that object, the long hours spent on perfecting it. The vase wasn't perfect by any means, but it was beautiful that way. The little stains of the paint that were immortalized made it look like it had just been made. Next to her, Bastat nodded.
"You have a good eye, Princess. This is one that was made by one of our best potters. We attach an importance to objects that go far beyond the monetary value. Sadly, it also means we need to undersell our work."
"...My mother would love t-these," said Cessilia. "D-do you have a few samples I c-could send home? I'm s
