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 Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:33 pm
((I had writer's block. A little blurb...nothing fancy...))
Keeping his arm draped around her shoulder's, It was nice to find a girl so close to his height. He didn't have to stoop or slouch to make her feel better. "I am glad to hear you are enjoying it here. And hopefully, the afternoon's classes go just as well."
Laughing as her stomach rumbled, Moranis let go of her as they reached the dining hall. Food was already on the tables, being the most basic of neccessities. Taking a seat, he motioned for her to sit as well. "We will keep you well fed here."
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 3:35 pm
"Oh very much so," she smiled happily up at him, nodding in agreeance at his words. A little bit of a blush appeared on her olive cheeks, her smile falling as he parted from her. The fresh smell of bread and soup met her nose and she was thankful that her stomach didn't grumble at her again. Moranis' laughter however did inspire her own set of giggles, following him dutifully to the tables, setting down next to him. She laughed at his words again, reaching across him to grab a small bun, and tossing an apologetic smile at him. "So what's on the menu today?"
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 9:03 am
"Just the basics, cold sandwiches...fruits, soups." He grabbed a small loaf of bread and broke it up. Looking up, he saw one of the drudges pouring soup in people's bowls and patiently waited his turn. "My fingers are so stiff from doing needle working. I can not mend to save my life but I can do the little detailed stitches. And then it was mixing dyes as well today. I am surprised my fingers are not blue."
Master Emoraan stood up at the main table. He banged on the table and then gave a slight cough. It took a while but the hall quieted, all eyes on him. Inwardly, he was amused at the looks in their eyes. Some were worried and others hopeful. They had no idea what his announcement would be.
The mood in the hall had been a little rushed lately. It was the the fourth day, and the week's end still seemed far off. He was going to give them a holiday and perhaps one for himself seeing as their was a gather in Ista he was interested in attending.
"We have all been working so hard lately and soon we will be in the busy season for our craft. So to give everyone a chance to get ready, we are having a early holiday. After lunch, classes are dismissed. No classes or extra chore duties are required until the begining of next week. Enjoy yourselves. There is a small Gather day coming up this weekend and I will have the banner raised at the dragon heights for any who want to go north to Ista's Gather or to visit family. Just show up to class on time next week."
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:58 am
ooc: Probably bad timing, but at least she'll know where it is
IC: Caleten approached the weaver hall as she recognized it to probably be from her distance. I would still be a good long walk yet, but to see something where it was said to be, made it easier. One more wild goose chase and she might just flip.
Gem sat on her shoulder comfortable with her favorite perch.
Dem'or trotted loyally by her side.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:33 pm
((Oo more people!))
"Sounds delicious!" Taakya's eager hands took a meat sandwich, not even bothering to find out what sort of meat was in it, it could be wherry for all she cared, she was starved. The tantalizing smell of the soup met her nose and she looked up, following Moranis's gaze to the soup drudge. A conversational smile met Taakya's lips as she listened contentedly to the details of Moranis's morning. "Mending is something that just takes practice, actual skill and creativity is necessary in stiching and mixing.... I'd say they are harder to master than weaving. I'm sure if you spent enough time mending out of necessity you would have it easily enough." She may have continued, however her eyes snapped to the head table as her eyes caught the movement of Master Emoraan. Slight annoyance met her thoughts as her new peers took too long to quiet down....
Taakya's mind skipped a thought, soon will be the busy season? Excellent, she had come just in time to work hard, which was always her desire. A holiday would be good though, give her a chance to settle in to the hall, spend some time with Moranis and perhaps make more friends. Working in classes was excellent but she had a few other things she really needed to do. Perhaps Moranis would know where she could purchase or borrow a small loom to start working on small tapestries again.... Especially with this gather coming up.... Thoughts raced through her mind, and her gaze traveled to Moranis as she took a serving of soup as the drudge finally made it to them, "What do you think of our three day holiday?"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 9:10 pm
"I think we will need it. The warmer months bring in many requests for lighter clothing and we can spin colors that can not be found up north. But there is a gather in Ista which will bring in trade down here..." He looked very thoughtful.
"But if you are not leaving the Hall, it would be nice to...um...go exploring or play around the hall." He looked flustered and red at this statement.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 3:26 am
Approaching the Hall, Caleten had to decide how she wanted to play this. She could come as humble and a beggar, or slightly proud and just confused.
Glancing down at her long sleeved, high neck, and very low him. Her outfit just barely dragged and was not worn very well. She hoped she could pull off 'I need a lot of help' look. Even if she just saw the inside, her trader honed instincts would tell her what was worth taking if it wasn't given. One good thing about having a mother was a weaver, she recognize good items.
One worry did inter her mind, what if her mother was here? Or if she sent word that her renegade daughter was a thief? There could be a picture and description waiting there. Something did make her feel better, any picture would be over five turns old. Another was that she came form the South Hold, a while away. Not faulting, she got closer to the door with every foot fall.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 5:17 am
Taakya nodded, smiling at the thought of lots of work, which so far had just felt like an enjoyable way to spend a day really. Weaving and mending and mixing all day long would have been a distant dream at a Hold, but here she could, and likely would, get to weave until she grew sick at the sight of cloth, which was highly unlikely anyway. A little laugh escaped her at her strange thoughts, though she covered it with a mischevious smile and another bite of fruit, no one else would understand her humor more than likely....
"I wasn't planning on leaving, I have very few marks and no work to sell yet at a gather.... I'm still getting situated, and since it's getting warmer, gathers will be plenty prevalent, no need to worry about not getting something done." A soft smile placed itself across her lips, softening her face greatly. "I would certainly love to get to know the Hall better, explore, just relax and have fun...." She giggled a little at his red cheeks, then stopped short, fearing that her own olive skin was turning a similiar shade, "What do Weaver boys do for fun anyhow?"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 6:05 pm
((comp died, I'll be on borrowed time whenever I can post for a while until I can fix it, I dunno how quick i'll be able to respond....))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 10:54 am
((same here... my computer is acting weird))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:23 pm
Looking over at Taakya, he gave an embaressed smile. Putting his hands behind his head, his eyes looked only at her. "There is not too much to do around here. At least, nothing that the others will include me in. They are afraid that I might tell the MasterWeaver but I am sure he did the same things when he was a child, even though he is from up North."
Getting up, he held out his hand for her. "We can head out into the courtyard and perhaps go exploring the forests. There are marked paths for people to travel on and there is a small waterfall about half a day's journey from the hall. How about that?"
((slowly trying to meet up with Caleten!))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 8:25 pm
ooc: Who needs to be subtle?
IC: Caleten marched right up to the door, still not sure how to play it. With Gem, it would be hard to play if off as poor without being called a thief. Considering her options, she figured something would hit her before she got their attention.
Looking down at her worn, but still in fare condition, green wool outfit. It was getting warm, so she felt that it was her best chance of getting the long stuff that she liked. It stopped bothering her, to be covered from neck to foot in the warm garment, though it would be wonderful if they had something just as covering but lighter weight.
Coming to the door, she knocked as hard as she could and sent Gem in though a window to get the attention of those inside.
Gem came in a little overzealous, flipping in the air a few times and trilling. There was a group of three or so, counting not something she really was well at, and she proceed to announce herself to them. Something that shined caught her wiring eyes and she snatched it up, taking it to where Caleten was hoping they would follow.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 5:44 pm
((doing a slight jump so we can meet with Caleten!))
Moranis had led Taakya by the hand towards the main gate. They had grabbed some food and supplies to enjoy exploring the surrounding forest. Moranis looked up as he heard a knock on the door.
"Odd," he spoke. "I wonder who would be knocking? No one ever knocks here. Must be a stranger."
There were no guards on duty. It was getting to be the hottest part of the day when most just rested. Curiousity and curtesy got the better of the weaver boy and he raced to open the door. Letting go of Taakya for a moment, he used all his weight to open up the decorative door.
"Can we help you?"
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:23 pm
Caleten was getting frustrated but worked quick to get back a more humble look. Bowing her head, which was all her pride would allow she responds, "I am a stranger to this place, I come to you in seek of aid. My mother was a weaver and she spoke of this place. I held hope that there may be some clothing that could be spared. Being holdless I have not and seek compassion and generosity, my mother spoke highly of said vertures of which I see little now." Lofty, she told herself, but she did speak humbly hoping they might think she was once wealthy and fell on impossible times.
That would explain Gem, and might earn her some higher quality clothings. Beggars can not choose what they receive, but they can choose how they beg.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:05 am
Moranis looked her over once. She said that she was holdless; more the likely she ran away from her hold. It was not his business and all those who came to the WeaverHall were never turned away.
"Sounds fine to me. Just head on into the main building. A guard or a journeyman will be there waiting. Tell them what you want, we keep plenty of clothes around."
Moving to the side, he admired her gold. Meekar would be showing up any minute as well as the other resident flits.
A second later a dark brown flit popped out over their heads. Looking at Gem, his eyes whirled faster and he gave her a welcoming chirp.
"Or you could go to the kitchens first if you are hungry. Meal just let out and there is sure to be plenty of leftovers."
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