"I did," Euan beamed, "Glass is a passion of mine. I taught myself how to weave the charms inside without it fracturing. All the pieces are magical." He couldn't help but feel that little swell of pride when someone complimented his work. His glass was really all he had, so someone else showing an interest immediately drew him like moth to flame.
He watched the tall man touching the silvery orb, trying to decipher what about that piece drew him. Most people, of the few that ventured into the shop, tended to go towards the animals or flowers. There weren't many that were entranced by the more abstract pieces.
"Dogs? I've got a couple, mostly small models," Euan quickly darted over to a shelf of assorted domesticated animals and located one of the small frosted sheepdog models that was silently barking at a spun-glass sheep trying to graze. He lifted it onto his palm and held it out for William to see. The little glass dog sniffed around in an excited circle, careful not to venture too close to the edge of his hand.
"If-if it's not the right breed, or you want something bigger I'm happy to commission something more personal for you," Euan offered, "I can fulfil whatever you had in mind. I'd just need a small deposit to get started."