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'I asked my parents to let me train with Forodhir,' I said. 'They refused.'
'Too dirty'? teased Estarfin, with a grin. 

I shook my head, and blushed a little. 'They knew I wanted to train for the wrong reason. I am a Jewel Smith, not a Metal smith.' I held out my hands for him to observe, small hands, meant for fine and delicate work. 'And I only wanted to train there to be closer to you'.

 'There are similarities of course, but...' he was continuing the conversation, then he realised what I had just said. He paused.  'You always seemed so distant. Not cold or aloof, but unattainable... No, that is not what I mean.'