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Farenjer observes the unicorn mare as she seems to try hard to seek more information. Some pity seems to wash up in his mind as he sees her trying to get his partner's name, and wonders if Ulrik would be giving it so quickly. Farenjer silently walks beside Ulrik as they make their way to an area within Basin grounds. He remained silent, but the stallion could feel the presence of Cashmere close to him. He wondered if she was rather on her second thoughts now to be entering such an unknown territory to her. Especially with him and the black stallion as her hosts.
Walking along the narrow passage, Farenjer followed close to the other crafter towards the tent grounds. He folded his ears back to listen to the guest if she were to murmur questions while Ulrik began the summoning magic. He took a step forward and assisted the ebony stallion with the tent, before nodding his head in approval of the nice, spacious structure. Walking within the confinements of the protective fabrications, he turned around and allowed the mare to find her place within the space. He watched her curiously as she turns to Ulrik when he inquires "What did you want to discuss?"
Farenjer watches her intently as she speaks. The mare simply does not want to let down the god, she seems determined to get it right. The lightning stallion found her intriguing for not only being another crafter, and a brave one at that, but for having a quest. He had never met someone on a quest before, why did this god need her to travel about the Helovian realm seeking others of her same tier from foreign soils? Farenjer was very puzzled on why in the name of the gods would the immortal being gift her only by doing this... quest. But he brushes away his own confusions to hear more of the mare's words. After requesting the ebony stallion's name, she then continues with her questions. The lightning stallion blinked before saying with collected words "We use varieties of fabrics for things depending on how capable they are. Our material comes from anywhere, but a lot of the time for weaving we use plant based sources." Thinking of ropes, blankets, and even the tent they stood within. Though he had to admit, it would be good fun to attempt to manipulate and weave leather into a nice, sturdy bag. He wondered as he stated the answer out loud, if Ulrik would be let down that his partner had given away it so easily. But Farenjer couldn't help it, no one ever wanted to talk about things such as these. The ebony stallion and him were the only unicorns within the Basin who understood art like they did, and how to make it.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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