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Thick, starkly white ears swivel towards the newly appeared Raeden. His hot eyes study her striking beauty, though they do not miss the sharp edge to her eyes. As a man who had once often paid for the company of women, he had learned to read the sharpness in a woman’s gaze. It spoke volumes more than anything that came from a Mahzia’s mouth.
And the pale gold mare’s words were lovely. Honey, truly. So, despite the subtle warning in her gaze, a grin crossed his muzzle and he dipped his large, bearded skull, “Anything for a pretty lady.” He winked at Raeden as turned to stare at the ground.
So, uh, how does one… craft? Staring for a while, he felt a cool darkness slip into his veins. It was small and subtle, just a whisper—like the edge of a buzz slowly creeping up on someone. And then, equally as subtly, mist began to form and pool at his hooves, almost as if it was some ethereal liquid.
The vulture thought of hawks—their angled wings and sharp talons; their keen stare and pointed beaks. And, suddenly, a gleaming glass hawk laid in the grass at his feet. He grinned at Raeden nodding towards it, “Does it meet your expectations?”
But, in his newness to the task (despite watching Glasgow), too much glass consolidated from the mists. His brows raised—it had been a long while since his overeagerness had led to too much white, amorphous substance.
He chucked to himself at his private, dirty joke. So, with the remaining glass, the vulture slowly crafted four, sharp shivs. They were rough and slightly uneven, likely detracting from the durability, due to his inexperience with crafting. But, still, they would add to the pile their King always offered at meetings.
Then he waited for any more to come forward.
And the pale gold mare’s words were lovely. Honey, truly. So, despite the subtle warning in her gaze, a grin crossed his muzzle and he dipped his large, bearded skull, “Anything for a pretty lady.” He winked at Raeden as turned to stare at the ground.
So, uh, how does one… craft? Staring for a while, he felt a cool darkness slip into his veins. It was small and subtle, just a whisper—like the edge of a buzz slowly creeping up on someone. And then, equally as subtly, mist began to form and pool at his hooves, almost as if it was some ethereal liquid.
The vulture thought of hawks—their angled wings and sharp talons; their keen stare and pointed beaks. And, suddenly, a gleaming glass hawk laid in the grass at his feet. He grinned at Raeden nodding towards it, “Does it meet your expectations?”
But, in his newness to the task (despite watching Glasgow), too much glass consolidated from the mists. His brows raised—it had been a long while since his overeagerness had led to too much white, amorphous substance.
He chucked to himself at his private, dirty joke. So, with the remaining glass, the vulture slowly crafted four, sharp shivs. They were rough and slightly uneven, likely detracting from the durability, due to his inexperience with crafting. But, still, they would add to the pile their King always offered at meetings.
Then he waited for any more to come forward.
graasvoel
Mesec will craft Sacre & Oizys' items!
Crafted:
1 small glass hawk necklace for @Raeden
4 small glass shivs for WE
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