Dantalian had arrived at the Fair in her mother's pack, but after seeing how many wolves and goods lined the lake she found the idea of staying cooped up intolerable. Even though she didn't feel great the stubborn child refused to pass up the opportunity to explore. There was so much to see! And mortals everywhere. So many of the stories her daddy told her were about the righteous Abraxas guys putting down unwashed heathen masses that she'd honestly expected the majority of visitors to be toothless stinky weirdos. That they were difficult to distinguish from the average Abraxas was a bit of a marvel.

The mortals aside, another thing that fascinated her were the many goods on offer. There was so much here! Even her daddy, who was still out of sorts, had hauled out stuff from his workshop to sell. It made her want to buy and sell stuff too! Sadly, she hadn't have much and what she did have she didn't want to part with, which meant if she was going to sell things she needed to make or find them ASAP. So that was what she was doing now. So far Dantalian wasn't having much luck.

With a frown she stuck the crook of one stick into the crook of the other so that the upper stick was supported by the lower one. She put two things together and made a new thing. That was what crafting was, right? Dantalian squinted at the two stick hybrid. But what was it? If she was going to sell it, it needed to have a purpose... Maybe if she sharpened the end it could be an eye-puter-outer. Yeah, someone would buy that!

With that decided Dantalian flopped down and began to peel bark off the end of the stick.

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

Though still very young, Ardyn had a mind for adventure, new friends, and making things. He’d been watching for a good hour as wolves traded, crafted things to trade while they waited for prospective buyers. He’d also been watching around the den at home as the wolves, especially his father, crafted items. He had an idea of what to do, and where his unique paws would help. So, dragging a few rabbit pelts and a small sack of leather lacing along in his jaws, he ventured toward the edge of the bustle, though not beyond the line of sight of his family, plopping down by a small, unfamiliar pup, who was gnawing a stick. She was maybe a little older than he was, but his tail glimmered in a thrilled wag at meeting someone of similar age to him that wasn’t his brother or sisters. She looked a bit like the boy that had greeted them initially, and Ardyn was quick to introduce himself with a bright-eyed grin. “I’m Ardyn Adravendi.” He grabbed a rabbit pelt and held it up in a paw, wriggling, as he lowered it again and studied it, before poking holes in the edges for the laces. “’m gonna make some armor. What’re you making?” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Well, this was dumb. Just....dumb. Easily the dumbest. Dantalian squinted at the naked end of the stick. This was a terrible idea. Mortals weren't supposed to be very smart but she doubted any would be dumb enough to buy a pointy stick unless she was the best salesperson ever. So what else could she make then? Her dad made all kinds of things, but he'd been so sick he hadn't had time to teach her how to make anything cool. So here she was sharpening a stick.

A boy approached and immediately captured her attention with talk of making armor. Well duh, why hadn't she thought of that? Granted, to make armor you needed to have something armor was made out of and all she had was a stick and some grass - if she picked it. "My name's Dantalian Abraxas and uhm," she scooted the stick away. It was dumb. "I'm not making anything after all. Armor, huh? How do you make that?" She leaned closer to get a better look at what he had.

Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

His head cocked, fur flaring around his neck and ears as she pushed away the stick. “No, you did make something. See, you can poke holes in the hide with the pointy end you made, see?” He reached out, picked up the stick in his nimble hand-paw, and demonstrated, poking a hole in one of his rabbit pelts, twisting the stick a bit, beaming at the slightly older girl-pup as he showed her the fresh hole then sticking his tongue out to the side as he wracked his memory for the term. “Mum calls them… awls?” At her question, though, he wiggled with a full-body flare of fire down his sides as he spread out the pelts in a row. “I’ve been watching my da and Cai-rho craft armor. They make… panels out of pieces of hide, and attach them with strips of leather and hide laces.” He demonstrated again, firebrand tail thumping the ground as his nimble paws moved the pelts into a semblance similar to what his elders produced. It was like a primitive, hairy version of the adult’s graceful, hardened leather armor, and he glanced at the girl, eyes bright as he watched to see if she liked the demonstration. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She watched with no small amount of jealousy as he picked up her stick and used it to make holes in the hide. In that moment she decided that yes, that had been her intention all along. It was never going to be an eye poker outer; it had always been a - what had he called it? - an awl. "Oh yeah. That's what it is. An awl." Hey, maybe if she gave it to him he'd give her something cool and then she could sell whatever it was at the fair! That sounded like a good plan, so that's what she did. "You can have it if you want; to help make your armor and stuff."

As for the armor itself, well that was just 100% not fair! She wanted to make stuff like that! Maybe he'd teach her. "Cool!" she enthused. "They must be really smart, like my mom and dad. They make stuff all the time too." Armor seemed like the sort of thing her dad would make, but her mom made bags and slings and stuff out of leather sometimes for her herbs. And she'd made the bag she carried Dantalian around in.

She leaned in to look at the leather he was holding up. "Do you have laces to put it together?"