Post by jillianna on Aug 26, 2011 12:32:40 GMT -5
Dalrian sat in a chair on beside his worktable under the porchroof as it rained. The orders for chairs and bedframes were finally completed for the week and he shook his head as he pushed the last of the small Firelizzard figurines to the side. The children of the Hold always enjoyed them, so he kept a few ready just in case they stopped by wanting more. What he was shaking his head at was not the pile of figures, but the original. A little Bronze flit by the name of Shigure curled himself tighter on the pillow Dal kept at his worktable for him.
One would think a bronze would be a bit more active and outgoing...
He shook his head in exasperation and pulled one of the large blocks to him that was covered in a sheet of supple leather. Reaching to the back of the table he pulled out the wooden case that housed his knives. He removed the leather cover from the woodblock and smiled. The magestic body of a dragon standing on a cliff poised to take flight with an unknown male rider was the sight that greeted him. The rider had vague features, hair brushing his shoulders and wore the rider leathers and looked like a proud dashing specimen. The only thing not completed was the dragon's head. Knife in hand, he began to carve selkieth's face from his memories.
The wood came to life under his hands, and within three quarters of an hour he sat back and surveyed his work. The rain echoed what rippled through his soul as he blinked back a tear. The near perfect visage of Selkieth stood before him, with the blurry memory of his father on her back.
He bumped Shigure lightly. "Hey shigure... Sleepyhead, wake up."
The bronze flit yawned and narrowed his eyes at His. Why does he wake me up in the middle of the most pleasant dreams? He huffed as if he'd been deeply wronged, but got up all the same.
"Come here and see what you think..."
Shigure wandered over and climbed onto His shoulder. His father's dragon was very pretty. His was lucky to have him though.
He gave a nod of approval curling his tail around His neck and yawned again stretching his wings.
To make up for waking him, Dal scratched under Shigure's chin eliciting a croon of approval from the little bronze. Very few things made Dal really smile, but this lazy little guy did it with ease. He was twenty turns old. While he'd always wanted to follow in his real father's footsteps and become a dragon rider, he had already given up his hopes of being searched. He only had one more year before he was judged ineligible, so he resigned himself to the real likelihood that Shigure was the closest he'd ever come to his dreams.
As he studied the view from his porch, he enjoyed the rain until a sound made him turn. A young man with dark hair appeared in his doorway wearing only a pair of soft cloth sleep pants looking mussed and disheveled.
"What are you doing sitting out here all alone in the rain sugar?"
The young man asked studying Dal.
He shrugged. "Just finishing up a bit of art before i have to get down to the real work that gets me paid Keegan. You're finally up?" He shifted carefully settling Shigure back on his pillow and placed the leather cover back around the wooden sculpture.
"Hey, it isn't my fault that you didn't let me get much sleep last night..." He grinned cutely and stepped over to him still only halfdressed, leaning down and giving Dal a peck on the lips. Annoyance flashed through Dal's mind quick and sharp. He wasn't really in the mood to entertain last night's company.
"Kee, maybe you should go get dressed. I have a lot of work to do today and not a lot of time to get it done."
His statement was met with a frown and the little bronze just rolled his eyes, curling up on his pillow again. Keegan knew better to argue though, and disappeared back inside for a few minutes, coming back out fully dressed.
"Thanks for last night Dal. Tell me any time you want to ... hang out, again okay?"
Dal nodded replacing the knife with one for slightly more detailed work and grabbed a smaller block from the stack beside him, not looking at the guy as he walked off. He didnt feel like coddling last night's amusement this morning.
One would think a bronze would be a bit more active and outgoing...
He shook his head in exasperation and pulled one of the large blocks to him that was covered in a sheet of supple leather. Reaching to the back of the table he pulled out the wooden case that housed his knives. He removed the leather cover from the woodblock and smiled. The magestic body of a dragon standing on a cliff poised to take flight with an unknown male rider was the sight that greeted him. The rider had vague features, hair brushing his shoulders and wore the rider leathers and looked like a proud dashing specimen. The only thing not completed was the dragon's head. Knife in hand, he began to carve selkieth's face from his memories.
The wood came to life under his hands, and within three quarters of an hour he sat back and surveyed his work. The rain echoed what rippled through his soul as he blinked back a tear. The near perfect visage of Selkieth stood before him, with the blurry memory of his father on her back.
He bumped Shigure lightly. "Hey shigure... Sleepyhead, wake up."
The bronze flit yawned and narrowed his eyes at His. Why does he wake me up in the middle of the most pleasant dreams? He huffed as if he'd been deeply wronged, but got up all the same.
"Come here and see what you think..."
Shigure wandered over and climbed onto His shoulder. His father's dragon was very pretty. His was lucky to have him though.
He gave a nod of approval curling his tail around His neck and yawned again stretching his wings.
To make up for waking him, Dal scratched under Shigure's chin eliciting a croon of approval from the little bronze. Very few things made Dal really smile, but this lazy little guy did it with ease. He was twenty turns old. While he'd always wanted to follow in his real father's footsteps and become a dragon rider, he had already given up his hopes of being searched. He only had one more year before he was judged ineligible, so he resigned himself to the real likelihood that Shigure was the closest he'd ever come to his dreams.
As he studied the view from his porch, he enjoyed the rain until a sound made him turn. A young man with dark hair appeared in his doorway wearing only a pair of soft cloth sleep pants looking mussed and disheveled.
"What are you doing sitting out here all alone in the rain sugar?"
The young man asked studying Dal.
He shrugged. "Just finishing up a bit of art before i have to get down to the real work that gets me paid Keegan. You're finally up?" He shifted carefully settling Shigure back on his pillow and placed the leather cover back around the wooden sculpture.
"Hey, it isn't my fault that you didn't let me get much sleep last night..." He grinned cutely and stepped over to him still only halfdressed, leaning down and giving Dal a peck on the lips. Annoyance flashed through Dal's mind quick and sharp. He wasn't really in the mood to entertain last night's company.
"Kee, maybe you should go get dressed. I have a lot of work to do today and not a lot of time to get it done."
His statement was met with a frown and the little bronze just rolled his eyes, curling up on his pillow again. Keegan knew better to argue though, and disappeared back inside for a few minutes, coming back out fully dressed.
"Thanks for last night Dal. Tell me any time you want to ... hang out, again okay?"
Dal nodded replacing the knife with one for slightly more detailed work and grabbed a smaller block from the stack beside him, not looking at the guy as he walked off. He didnt feel like coddling last night's amusement this morning.
