The fine, black grains of sand fell through his fingers as he scooped it up, feeling it. After a while, he was satisfied, and began to shovel some into a small pail. His master would be most pleased at the bounty he had found, for all glass makers knew what amazing pictures they could make with glass from black sand. It was fine and smooth, perfect for such makings. Willow Wisp was his name, and it fit him exactly. He wasn't able to control his flames yet, but he could still make small wisps of flames. But of course, that was why he was training. To be the greatest glass maker ever. Well, maybe.