murmur
ft peggy
07-02-2019, 04:02 PM
he sat down before the other as Pegasus explained. his fluffy tail curled neatly around his paws, eyes focused entirely on the other man. it'd be quite rude to stand and fidget when someone was teaching you something, after all. "so" he'd stare down at the vellum "any pelt works, or s' there a specific one ye like to use?" Benedict was a hunter, so he had access to a lot of different pelts after he killed prey. he pondered if boar was better than rabbit - surely it was if it was larger and longer - or if there was just an overall good skin to use. "ink's made from algae?" he'd exclaim quietly, recalling his own parents' tools. they had used ink to mark a universal map that was now probably in tatters with their now skeletal bodies. he gave a small murmur, trying to repeat all that had been said to him and commit it to memory. if his folks had been alive still, they could have taught him this. but then again, he wouldn't have come to the Boreas. but blood too? he resisted asking if it was wolf blood. how childish. he hadn't even heard of ink being made from blood. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent