"These are… quite the first try?" Celi muttered, watching the deformed beakers and shapes of glass that had accumulated beneath their feet. Belk, Vagnis, and Sylvi hung their heads in shame, staring at their abominations with furrowed brows.
"This is actually the eighteenth try…" Sylvi murmured. Her words weighed on them even more, shame gnawing at their heels. The caws of birds littering the land fluttered up to the sky as dawn approached, their cries adding mockery to their hubris.
"I don't get it! Just what are we doing wrong here?!" Belk exclaimed, gripping the notes Astra had given him. He glanced between the scribbled sketches and the misshapen glass they had created, frustration bubbling within him.
"This blows—" He spat, dropping the paper onto the pile. "Where's Astra when you need her!?"
