Farenjer

As the sun sluggishly glazed above them Farenjer began sparing time for filling up his new 'hidey hole' for the fabrics and extra materials. Many could claim that they could spot the strange loner treading in the distance, taking his now accustomed route along the lake's small shore towards the den he called home. It was known that it was a rare sight to see the silent stallion working with anyone other than himself, but Farenjer could not help that. He had some difficulties trying to speak up for assistance. It always bothered him trying to invite a conversation with others. As the weaver again worked along the sorting and moving, he noted that he wasn't the only recent being to be within the Crafter's cave. Noticing that others perhaps had come and gone helping out when they had the time. The weaver appreciated it, but there was still many things to sort, stack, and move. He hoped at this herd summoning that perhaps Illynx or Deimos could mention it to the others as the crafter treaded towards the central hilltop where the reaper already stood above, and Illynx approached with her and Ulrik's son.

"He looks of a mix between them both." He mutters under his breath warmly as he eyes the child with icy orbs. So cute. He thought before taking his sight towards Deimos as the Lord spoke once more. Farenjer listened intently as he waded his way to a spot at the foot of the hill. He raised his head in a politer posture and heard the alliance details. The Edge was in alliance with the Basin. Perhaps I might meet Kahlua again... He thought smiling to himself. Remembering their confrontation within the stone walls of the heart caves. He really did wish to meet her again, she was kind to forgive him for putting a scar on her in such dark times. Her will to forgive gave him confidence as he looked towards the others who approached.

Farenjer motioned his head towards Deimos as he spoke of lessons for lower rankers and the crafter sighed silently. A shame for us Weavers. He confessed to himself as Ulrik and him were the only crafters among the unicorns here. Brushing away the how sad thoughts he had, he heard what he had been listening for. Score. Farenjer could possibly get help now that everyone would be aware of the Weaver's situation. He nodded to Deimos after he had inquired that to his people, thanking him in signal for adding apart of that in. Soon after, Illynx, who stood above as well began to add in her own words for the meeting.

She spoke of her pride for the basin, or perhaps unicorns in general, and in celebration to create a festival. A party. To find merriment and replenish one's happiness. Oh boy. Farenjer thought as he eyed the gilded lady. Her prideful words still echoing through his ears. I'll have to learn how to dance... If anyone would even care to with me. He looked away for a moment with a little sadness trickling into his eyes, before hiding it and putting his attention forward once more. He nodded his head a little in understanding as the golden marked mare called for the weavers and general after the meeting for directions for the 'party'.

Illynx looks over them all and then calls to the newly promoted stallion called Zikar-Sin. Farenjer's ears twitch as he hears that either one of the weavers need to come as well. To bond with the mysterious mirror. He tries to find Ulrik and wonders if perhaps the black stallion is up for it. Farenjer secretly wanted to seek out Illynx afterwards himself and go to the mirror. But would submit if the ebony stallion would tell him that he would prefer to do the task. The weaver turned his head at the sound of newly founded Haruspex "Of course, my lady" He says before bowing and speaking of honor. Farenjer tips his head to the side to glance towards the stallions and mares who had come. Wondering deeply on how in the hell was he going to be able to go to the festival without being the awkward horse standing in the corner of the room.