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The rune that sends her - Weaver - 04-26-2017 She sets out with a purpose today. Raven and her have been collecting feathers, and they have more than enough of them. Now they just need a bored crafter. Tallsun is growing to a close, the days a cooler. Not that they ever get particularly hot in the Basin, but when she leaves, she notices that the sun doesn’t try to bake her quite so often as she moves south. The days are a bit shorter, and soon, Orangemoon would be upon them. Time flies when you are having fun, and there’s a part of her that feels like she’s lived here forever. Which of course, is far from true. She hasn’t even lived here a year, but the Basin fit her like a glove, and somedays it was easy to forget that she’d lived anywhere else. Of course she had grown up outside Helovia and then spent a year traveling from her childhood home to year, stopping along the way. Her own personal road trip, looking for nothing in particular, just the right place. She’d had no idea how she would know the right place when she found it, but she’d figured it would probably bite her in the ass. Helovia had not bitten her in the ass (not at first, anyway), but it had grabbed her attention. After all, it took Raven from here, though somehow, seemed unable to take her resurrection. Maybe because that power was tied to the rune on her chest. It’s the rune that sends her looking for a crafter now. The crafters in the Basin wouldn’t be able to make all of what she needed (wanted, maybe), but they would be able to make most of it. She’d just have to find the last little bit. She’s never seen the one crafter, but she remembers the black and white girl from the Steppe and the strange encounter with the otter that wasn’t an otter. And she remembers when the girl was promoted. A horse as big as her should be easy enough to find, right? Raven caws, setting off in his own direction, knowing the target of their search. One of the two of them would manage to find her, most likely, assuming she was in the Basin. And also not hanging out in a cave. Well, here’s hoping Lady Luck is on her side. - weaver - @Vertigo Feel free to pp Raven or Weaver finding her. If you prefer I can edit the post to have Weaver find her and just state her request. Thanks! RE: The rune that sends her - Vertigo - 04-26-2017 RE: The rune that sends her - Weaver - 04-27-2017 Weaver, nice? That is kind of laughable, except that lately Weaver had been trying to be nice. At least with her fellow herdmates, anyway, because she didn’t feel like chasing them all away. What good did it possibly do to be rude them, unless they deserved it? In truth, she’d just generally been a little nicer, mostly, though she still couldn’t contain her tongue when someone really deserved it. She was less than nice to the annoying Edge delegation, and far from nice when Yael had trundling in being Yael. Which to be fair, she has every right to be far from nice to the mare that once dangled her above the ground and then wiped her memory. The little golden mare and her bleeding heart had finally let guilt win and returned Weaver to normal, but there was definitely a period of Weaver’s life where she’d been someone else entirely. Sometimes, Weaver is definitely not nice. It’s not long before the black and white draft comes into view, and Weaver offers her a nod of greeting. “Vertigo, just the mare I’m looking for,” she says, that Cheshire grin spreading on her face. “I’ve been well. You were good, by the way, with the crazy otter thing,” she says, recalling how the once scared girl had stood up for the small creatures around her. Not that Weaver has any real soft spot for creatures and had been there entirely for the potential reward, but still. Someone needed to care about the little otters. And Vertigo had done well. “I admit I was looking for you for far more selfish reasons than a compliment though,” she begins. Raven comes to join them then, grabbing a collection of raven feathers from behind Weaver’s wing where she’d tucked them for safekeeping. “If you don’t have more pressing herd things to make, I was hoping you could make me a black cape with raven feathers at the collar, and a few straps around the shoulders.” She pauses for a moment, hoping that all made sense, and then looks back at Vertigo adding, “If you don’t mind, of course.” - weaver - @Vertigo RE: The rune that sends her - Vertigo - 04-27-2017 @Weaver RE: The rune that sends her - Weaver - 04-27-2017 “You’re a member of the Basin. No one and nothing gets to hurt you on my watch.” She says it with a grin, though some seriousness to it as well. She cannot prevent every hurt, every bad thing, but when she can help, she will. It’s her duty as a solider, it’s her duty to the Basin, and despite all her faults, she’s not necessarily one for needless death. She’s not against violence, she’s not against a lot of things really, but dying for no purpose is silly. She’s died a few times, so take her word for it. She’s reckless and foolish because of it, but at the same time, she doesn’t try to get herself killed. If it hadn’t been for Weaver though, someone else would have stepped in. The Basin’s army was impressive and formidable and full of horses that mean well enough. They are not Helovia’s most upstanding citizens, but that might be okay. You don’t have to be upstanding to do some good in the world, to save a life here and there. Weaver’s smile broadens a bit as Vertigo agrees to make the cape. She’d need to find some metal, but hey, this would be the bulk of her outfit. Something to keep her warm in the winter, something truthfully just to look a little badass, and something to keep the rune on her check safe. Multi-function garment. “Sounds to me like you’ve found your calling,” she says when the mare has finished speaking. “You’re the expert, so I’ll let you come up with the finer points of the design. I’d like something not super heavy, but some extra warmth in the winter. Long enough to cover me, I think, though hopefully not so long that I trip over it. Maybe just feathers around the collar though, because I will drag the ones on the end through mud, I am sure, and then they will not look nearly as pretty as you intended.” She’s no weaver, just Weaver (haha, punny), and she won’t pretend she knows much about textiles, so she’ll let the expert do her job. “I trust you to make it great.” - weaver - @Vertigo For fabric either cotton or wool or a blend I think? Weaver's not real helpful on these details. RE: The rune that sends her - Vertigo - 04-27-2017 @Weaver RE: The rune that sends her - Weaver - 04-28-2017 She’d probably have to reevaluate her life choices if she knew we was being considered ‘warm like Tia’, because she’s pretty sure she is nothing like Tiamat. Not that there was anything wrong with their Lady. She suited the Basin, balanced out Rikyn and the collection of slightly less than savory horses in the Basin. There were a number of them. Or at least, many of them were blunt, no bullshit, definitely not full of warm fuzzies. Tia, somehow, despite her company and the cold temperature of her home, was nice and warm and fuzzy though. Which is fine, it works for the Ocean’s Light, but that’s not Weaver’s plan. She’s aiming for badass and scary a little bit surprising. Maybe this is where she’s going with surprising. Good job Weaver. Weaver lets her work, content to watch. It’s not a life altering thing, watching the other mare ply her trade, but it is entertaining. Despite the fact Weaver the Weaver would be a fantastic title, this does not make her suddenly want to become a weaver. She is a solider, through and through. But she can appreciate the time and attention the Vertigo puts into the cloak though, her grin growing as it begins to take shape. Vertigo looks up from her work when it’s nearly done, asking if Weaver likes it. Her grin is wide and pleased as she nods. “That is better than I imagined it,” she says, finding she means that. Raven caws his agreement. He plucks a few more feathers from his wings, offering them to the large unicorn, along with the collection he and Weaver had already brought. Weaver smiles at her companion for a moment. He liked to collect things, but he also liked to share his many possessions. At least he wasn’t completely selfish. “Thank you Vertigo.” - weaver - @Vertigo RE: The rune that sends her - Vertigo - 04-28-2017 @Weaver Sappy Vertigo is sappy lol Sorry this is short and crappy |