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07-30-2014, 02:32 PM
He’s still got his trinket for the Earth God clenched in his straight white teeth as he comes upon the ring of tents, pausing for a moment to stare at them all in delight and wonder before stepping closer. The black one is decorated with many glass things, and as black and glass are both belonging to the Moon and her tender night, he angles his path that way – a whiff of the air in the vale announces the presence of a painted woman he had met during one of his lessons, his steps gaining confidence as he spies her figure there, resting or daydreaming (or were they the same thing) in the awnings of the strange cloth building. He nickers from around the object in his mouth, trotting the final few feet to halt just outside the opening into the large pavilion to smile at the other crafter in the herd, remembering her name as soon as he sees her face. "Nazween," he says from around the glass beads of the chain of his pretty tree and river glass creation, chuckling in good humor at his mistake as he leans over and slips the loop of the thing over one of the posts of the tent, hearing its clink as it settled among the other glass things, "how are you today?" The prismatic light from the sun striking the glass frames them both, and he notices the dancing lights with a twinge of pride streaking through him that his craft is so beautiful. [ OOC: He’d like a magnifying lens that rests over one of his eyes and is supported with a simple glass band over his poll and between his ears to hold it in place. I can draw up a doodle if you need one. :3 ] |
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
