“Ready to make that panther for me?” he asked unceremoniously, “I’ve got the goblin orb here.” “Well, of course! Let me gather the other materials,” the lazy jewel crafter replied. She had neglected her craft for some time now, having hurried to obtain the skills to make exquisitely carved panthers: since her pockets usually held lint and coppers, there was no point. But she didn’t make anything for gold; happiness came from creating for friendship. Rubies, living steel, and care: complete. He flew off, with all the joy a Dwarf dare show.
Later she wondered how the other orb got in her bags...
Editor's note: I am looking forward to the day we can name our mounts. Of course this one would be Seraphina.
Oh, to read some other great writing: Tome of the Ancient Pet Battle Stories