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A Glazier? A crafter of glass? The vulture nearly wished to return to Korofi just to see the expression on his father’s face. A son of the proud Kahare house making delicate glass sculptures?! It seemed so preposterous that even Gaal stood, grinning like a fool, at the ominously black iron gate. The Kahare house was known for its mastery of weaponry. Not beautiful trinkets… but then again—his gaze looked at the glass-guarded borders.
His gargantuan body stood just inside the Edge’s new, sole entryway. His hot irises studied the viciously sharp glass spikes that stabbed towards the skies. There was no denying the ability of this glass to cause harm. Just has metal-forged, leather-gripped weapons his family made. So he shook himself roughly, gathering air into his lungs to prepare himself.
“Hallo! Hallo there! I am here to—eh—” his deep, rough call awkwardly stilted to a halt, starkly white ears swiveling around in uncertainty. What was this even called? Glazing? Glaziering? The proper words in the common tongue eluded him at times. With a quick shake of his head and rueful grin, he continued his call, “—Eh, I am here to create glass!”
And then he fell silent, waiting, thick hind leg cocked and massive hips slanted as a warm Birdsong breeze ruffled through the tangles of his feathered limbs and locks.
His gargantuan body stood just inside the Edge’s new, sole entryway. His hot irises studied the viciously sharp glass spikes that stabbed towards the skies. There was no denying the ability of this glass to cause harm. Just has metal-forged, leather-gripped weapons his family made. So he shook himself roughly, gathering air into his lungs to prepare himself.
“Hallo! Hallo there! I am here to—eh—” his deep, rough call awkwardly stilted to a halt, starkly white ears swiveling around in uncertainty. What was this even called? Glazing? Glaziering? The proper words in the common tongue eluded him at times. With a quick shake of his head and rueful grin, he continued his call, “—Eh, I am here to create glass!”
And then he fell silent, waiting, thick hind leg cocked and massive hips slanted as a warm Birdsong breeze ruffled through the tangles of his feathered limbs and locks.
graasvoel
Open crafting thread for January's unlimited crafting! @Mesec may join, too to make stuff (if you want, Sarah!)?
Please post no later than 1/30 so that the Glaziers have enough time to get your item crafted!
Please tag Graasvoel in all posts.
