Narmer
May 5th, 2012 at 4:14pm

Today is a big day for our dear Narmer, for it marks his first day
outside of his peaceful homeland of the Windtossed Foothills. Up until
now, he has chosen to mourn amongst the mists, seeking no company and
avoiding most others, so deep were his wounds. But the meeting of
Kimber and the unicorn had drawn him out of his depressed cocoon and
had started him thinking. It had been long since he had been allowed
to use his art not for great monuments, but for his own pleasure. He
could make jewelry and armor(albeit slightly heavier than one would
expect) and many other useful items if one so wished them. However, no
one would want his items if they didn't know that such things existed.

Thus, dear Narmer had come with a batch of blue turquoise, which
seemed to be abundant in his homeland to the heated place with the pit
of earth fire. Once a decent distance closeness to the pit he stopped
and dropped his package of turquoise and began to look about for
sapphires He found the most glorious of them all, star sapphires,
laying about in several places and thought they would provide good
accents to what he was really looking for and kept moving. It was
several hour more before he, at long last, found his prize: a large
dark blue sapphire. Happily, he trotted back to his package of
turquoise with the acquired gems moving along behind him in a bowl of
volcanic rock, moved by rippling the ground beneath it to carry it
forward.

Once there he set to creating the necklace and was about to put in the
centerpiece, the large sapphire when a thought occurred to him
. He could not change the shape of the jewels, no, but the fire below
him could melt them down to pliable, so hot was the fire. Through a
complicated series of stone movements he created a cup of stone about
the sapphire and dropped a rope of volcanic stone deep into the pit.
After a time he brought it back up to find the sapphire barely touched
by the heat, but just enough so that he could slowly ply it, via the
stone cup, into a heart shape. When he was satisfied the stone cup
lowered from a pedestal to the ground where he would let it cool for
the next few hours. The grey arabian looked down to his gemstone pile
and saw that he still had an array of sapphires left, despite being
virtually done with his work. There were yellow, orange, pink, and
purple sapphires all left with nothing to make for them to sit in.

Perhaps someone would wander by and want them in something? There was
enough for two large pieces or two small pieces and one large.

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Onni
May 11th, 2012 at 12:21pm

Onni was playing tag with Lyhty.

The pair were flying through the air, though it was safe to say that
the pegasus mare was a bit lower than she was comfortable with. The
girl had never been especially graceful airborne, as she had never
been properly taught the art of flying. So much had happened during
those critical periods of development; she had done the best she
could. Still, Lyhty could not yet master the high altitudes, and felt
safer here, nearer to the ground. Therefore, Onni settled on making
her companion happy, though stayed away from aerial tricks she knew
Moth would have done without a second thought.

Instead, she zigged and zagged her way across the sky, looming about
twenty feet from the ground. Lyhty tried his best to catch her, little
wing beats carrying him surprisingly fast, but he was still no match
for the larger wing span of his friend. It wasn't until they had
strayed nearly to the center of the land that the poor bird grew
tired, and Onni slowed to a hover, allowing him to nestle himself
gently on her shoulder.

The mare's wings were quiet tired themselves, and the pair slowly
lowered to the ground, but not before Onni's eyes had caught sight of
something interesting happening by the heart. Taking off toward the
fire pit, the painted mare gets a rather rude sensation in her mind,
and she glances back at the bird who clings unhappily to her mane as
she moves forward. A jolly laugh is let out and she moves into a more
smooth canter, allowing the bird to rest more easily.

When Onni draws nearer to the stranger, though, she slows her pace to
a walk, hoping not to startle the strange stallion who appears to be
made of stone. He stands dangerously close to the fire, working with
gemstones. Fascinated, the mare takes one step forward at a time,
approaching with the utmost caution. She had not experiences good
things when near flames.

"What are you doing?" Onni asks bluntly, regretting her words
immediately and looking sheepishly toward the ground. No one would
like to be questioned so like that. She turns her head back up,
smiling this time. "Do you mind if I watch?"

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Narmer
May 22nd, 2012 at 6:34pm

Narmer does not notice the approach of the wing'ed mare. Nor does he
hear her first words, which she seems to find so rude. She arrived
just at the most crucial point, when he was finishing the shaping of
the heart. Her second words come as he is lowering the red-hot jewel
to the ground and our mason, startled, looks up to find himself eye to
eye with the pretty face of a curious pegasus. Eyes widen at, what
must have been perceived as, his rudeness.

"Oh! Peace be upon you this birdsong morn." he exclaims quietly. Then,
remembering her question, he replies, "Yes, you may watch my
work.....if you would be so kind as to request an item from me so I
may have something to work with, as I am done with this piece for a
while."

He blinked at his ease with words, so quick to reach his mouth. It
must be his tradesman coming out, for he had been unable to gaze upon,
much less speak to, a mare easily since Amarna's death. This mare
seemed sweet though, and before the darkness overtook him again he
bent down to nuzzle the remaining jewels and spoke again, "You may
have your pick of any or all of these, kiya. I can make one large item
or one small one. I am named Narmer, by the way.

He stops and, unthinking, glances up at the wing'ed mare once more.
The darkness does not come. Perhaps his craft would serve him well in
controlling his sadness over Amarna, his sweet flower. It had been
long since he had reveled in the thought of making a new item such as
he was now. Pharaoh had not succeeded in killing off everything he
loved, this made him happy. So stood our dear Narmer, shyly smiling at
her, awaiting a reply.


kiya=jovial lady