Gemotions

"Well, this is unexpected!" Anya announced to the empty workshop, a wide smile plastered on her face. She spun around, arms outstretched, admiring the tools, the unfinished projects, the familiar smell of sawdust and varnish. Her mentor, Master Jian, a figure as solid and immovable as the ancient oak he favored, was *gone*. She reread the note: “The time has come. Yours is the future.” She began to pace the workshop, ideas already swirling in her head. A song of innovation hummed in her heart.