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08-25-2012, 09:08 AM
Frustratingly enough few responded with their names even after Coris' attempt to initiate the change. Not surprising that the stallion couldn't stir a revolution, he wasn't much on the side of public speaking and certainly had little passion for anything besides his craft. Maybe, just maybe everyone did already know each other.
Settling in, his annoyance content to linger in the tilt of his ears, Coris watched as everyone approached. The herd was rather large he realized, and very naked, which sent his 'brows angling down in disapproval. Mauja did not seem surprised with his crafthorseship, but for a place that knows of crafters they certainly don't utilize them.
One member in particular caught Coris' gaze. The maker that Mauja had spoken of on the beach, the one who made machines. Coris felt a quiver just looking at him, eyes inevitably drawn towards the wonderful wolf lingering at his side, all shiny metal and hissing pistons. Coris grinned, nearly giddy. He'd only caught a few glimpses of makers in his herd before - they were essentially celebrities and little more than a wailing fan girl Coris wanted to inch closer and closer to Ulrik, perhaps smell his mane...
Mauja's voice rang out and Coris flinched, as if caught doing something unsightly. He tilted his head at once towards the kings, ears rising to attention.
"I would only suit you best in a rank due of my trade. I notice many here are not...equipped."
Settling in, his annoyance content to linger in the tilt of his ears, Coris watched as everyone approached. The herd was rather large he realized, and very naked, which sent his 'brows angling down in disapproval. Mauja did not seem surprised with his crafthorseship, but for a place that knows of crafters they certainly don't utilize them.
One member in particular caught Coris' gaze. The maker that Mauja had spoken of on the beach, the one who made machines. Coris felt a quiver just looking at him, eyes inevitably drawn towards the wonderful wolf lingering at his side, all shiny metal and hissing pistons. Coris grinned, nearly giddy. He'd only caught a few glimpses of makers in his herd before - they were essentially celebrities and little more than a wailing fan girl Coris wanted to inch closer and closer to Ulrik, perhaps smell his mane...
Mauja's voice rang out and Coris flinched, as if caught doing something unsightly. He tilted his head at once towards the kings, ears rising to attention.
"I would only suit you best in a rank due of my trade. I notice many here are not...equipped."
