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03-21-2017, 11:51 AM
Feeling as if he had pondered over his new magic long enough to proclaim himself a viable artificer of metals, the tri-colored stallion has spent his morning otherwise pondering, how, precisely, to go about professing these skills to his superiors. Though he was sure Alysanne could help him, he also knew all too well that being a Queen meant she probably had better things to do. Besides, he of all people should know that there were Glaziers about, right? He just hadn’t a clue who they might be, or where to go about looking for them. So, instead of bumbling about, feeling and looking foolish, he has gathered a mental checklist: dragon statue, major clearings, greenhouse, Alysanne. He certainly hopes he won’t have to bother his old friend, at least not for something as stupid as finding a herd mate. He’d only lived here for over a season now, after all. It was downright ridiculous that he didn’t know many more people now than he had when he arrived. Making a mental note to fix that (knowing he never may) as he sets out on his search, the stallion is quickly sidetracked by other notions… Like exactly what he’ll say, when he does find a Glazier. Coming into the second clearing in his mental map, the stallion is relieved to notice glass objects scattered about, seeming to be parts of broken spears, or failed armor designs. Curiously eyeballing a few of them as he enters the space, his hoof clinks against a spear shaft, which he flips out of the ground it’s become embedded into to inspect with his nose. No longer than two inches, it is quickly no wonder why it’s been left to become one with the earth, and the craftsman lifts his head to call out into the silence. "Hello?" he asks, wondering if the owner of the glass objects is about. [ OOC: He is looking to become a craftsman. <3 ] Dragomir |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
