It was a Faberge egg of a world and he was finally part of its stunning inner pattern of jewels. He was there, the centre of attention, all eyes on his work. Proving he could reach the heights he had watched others achieve felt good. The harder work was to come in buffering the reaction that would attack him on all sensitive fronts. He knew this and guarded his feelings with the exercise he had perfected, by repressing and shoving them deep down. It was needless, his creativity would rise above it.
