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Tradesman[open, gifts] - Official - 08-12-2012 Narmer May 5th, 2012 at 4:14pm Today is a big day for our dear Narmer, for it marks his first day outside of his peaceful homeland of the Windtossed Foothills. Up until now, he has chosen to mourn amongst the mists, seeking no company and avoiding most others, so deep were his wounds. But the meeting of Kimber and the unicorn had drawn him out of his depressed cocoon and had started him thinking. It had been long since he had been allowed to use his art not for great monuments, but for his own pleasure. He could make jewelry and armor(albeit slightly heavier than one would expect) and many other useful items if one so wished them. However, no one would want his items if they didn't know that such things existed. Thus, dear Narmer had come with a batch of blue turquoise, which seemed to be abundant in his homeland to the heated place with the pit of earth fire. Once a decent distance closeness to the pit he stopped and dropped his package of turquoise and began to look about for sapphires He found the most glorious of them all, star sapphires, laying about in several places and thought they would provide good accents to what he was really looking for and kept moving. It was several hour more before he, at long last, found his prize: a large dark blue sapphire. Happily, he trotted back to his package of turquoise with the acquired gems moving along behind him in a bowl of volcanic rock, moved by rippling the ground beneath it to carry it forward. Once there he set to creating the necklace and was about to put in the centerpiece, the large sapphire when a thought occurred to him . He could not change the shape of the jewels, no, but the fire below him could melt them down to pliable, so hot was the fire. Through a complicated series of stone movements he created a cup of stone about the sapphire and dropped a rope of volcanic stone deep into the pit. After a time he brought it back up to find the sapphire barely touched by the heat, but just enough so that he could slowly ply it, via the stone cup, into a heart shape. When he was satisfied the stone cup lowered from a pedestal to the ground where he would let it cool for the next few hours. The grey arabian looked down to his gemstone pile and saw that he still had an array of sapphires left, despite being virtually done with his work. There were yellow, orange, pink, and purple sapphires all left with nothing to make for them to sit in. Perhaps someone would wander by and want them in something? There was enough for two large pieces or two small pieces and one large. Onni May 11th, 2012 at 12:21pm Onni was playing tag with Lyhty. The pair were flying through the air, though it was safe to say that the pegasus mare was a bit lower than she was comfortable with. The girl had never been especially graceful airborne, as she had never been properly taught the art of flying. So much had happened during those critical periods of development; she had done the best she could. Still, Lyhty could not yet master the high altitudes, and felt safer here, nearer to the ground. Therefore, Onni settled on making her companion happy, though stayed away from aerial tricks she knew Moth would have done without a second thought. Instead, she zigged and zagged her way across the sky, looming about twenty feet from the ground. Lyhty tried his best to catch her, little wing beats carrying him surprisingly fast, but he was still no match for the larger wing span of his friend. It wasn't until they had strayed nearly to the center of the land that the poor bird grew tired, and Onni slowed to a hover, allowing him to nestle himself gently on her shoulder. The mare's wings were quiet tired themselves, and the pair slowly lowered to the ground, but not before Onni's eyes had caught sight of something interesting happening by the heart. Taking off toward the fire pit, the painted mare gets a rather rude sensation in her mind, and she glances back at the bird who clings unhappily to her mane as she moves forward. A jolly laugh is let out and she moves into a more smooth canter, allowing the bird to rest more easily. When Onni draws nearer to the stranger, though, she slows her pace to a walk, hoping not to startle the strange stallion who appears to be made of stone. He stands dangerously close to the fire, working with gemstones. Fascinated, the mare takes one step forward at a time, approaching with the utmost caution. She had not experiences good things when near flames. "What are you doing?" Onni asks bluntly, regretting her words immediately and looking sheepishly toward the ground. No one would like to be questioned so like that. She turns her head back up, smiling this time. "Do you mind if I watch?" Narmer May 22nd, 2012 at 6:34pm Narmer does not notice the approach of the wing'ed mare. Nor does he hear her first words, which she seems to find so rude. She arrived just at the most crucial point, when he was finishing the shaping of the heart. Her second words come as he is lowering the red-hot jewel to the ground and our mason, startled, looks up to find himself eye to eye with the pretty face of a curious pegasus. Eyes widen at, what must have been perceived as, his rudeness. "Oh! Peace be upon you this birdsong morn." he exclaims quietly. Then, remembering her question, he replies, "Yes, you may watch my work.....if you would be so kind as to request an item from me so I may have something to work with, as I am done with this piece for a while." He blinked at his ease with words, so quick to reach his mouth. It must be his tradesman coming out, for he had been unable to gaze upon, much less speak to, a mare easily since Amarna's death. This mare seemed sweet though, and before the darkness overtook him again he bent down to nuzzle the remaining jewels and spoke again, "You may have your pick of any or all of these, kiya. I can make one large item or one small one. I am named Narmer, by the way. He stops and, unthinking, glances up at the wing'ed mare once more. The darkness does not come. Perhaps his craft would serve him well in controlling his sadness over Amarna, his sweet flower. It had been long since he had reveled in the thought of making a new item such as he was now. Pharaoh had not succeeded in killing off everything he loved, this made him happy. So stood our dear Narmer, shyly smiling at her, awaiting a reply. kiya=jovial lady |