Of Courtship and Castles [Red] ;)
05-13-2020, 08:43 PM
Red tilted his head in acknowledgement of her words, and followed as she moved to explore the structure. He let his gaze rove the stone halls and architecture as they made their way along, but always it returned to Aurielle, and with it a smile.
She stepped out onto a balcony, spilling a soft blue glow over stones and casting bleak shadows. She gazed out at the view with an expression of delight and awe - he saw quite clearly, because his gaze rested on her rather than the landscape, and a soft half-smile curled the corner of his mouth. "It's a beautiful view," he agreed.
He paced up beside her as she twisted to reach inside her pack, and he raised his brows curiously. When she nudged a package his direction, he threw back his head with a booming laugh that echoed off the castle behind them. "That's funny you say that," he said in amusement as the echoes faded. "Because I have something for you as well."
Before he even considered reaching for what she'd slid to him, he shrugged out of the makeshift pack on his pack and, pushing aside his other tools he carefully pulled out the rabbit skin wrapping he'd carried so carefully all this way, and set it before her.
Inside could be found a set of hair combs carefully carved from walrus ivory he'd traded for and carved not just the curved teeth into but also careful designs in the old Celtic style, inset with roughly polished moonstones interspersed with smaller fire opals. It had taken him forever to figure out the best way to keep them in, but he'd found that insetting them into a drilled crater with warmed resin would hold them in well enough. Long fringes of suade were tied through a hole on each of the combs, removable but not so easily that they'd be lost as they swung, and each fringe was beaded with more of the semi precious gemstones. They were meant to be worn to keep her hair back, and were just formal enough to be pretty without the embarrassment she had clearly gotten from the headdress she'd worn at the festival.
He positioned the gift she'd given him in front of his own paws, then paused, glancing expectantly at her with a smile.
She stepped out onto a balcony, spilling a soft blue glow over stones and casting bleak shadows. She gazed out at the view with an expression of delight and awe - he saw quite clearly, because his gaze rested on her rather than the landscape, and a soft half-smile curled the corner of his mouth. "It's a beautiful view," he agreed.
He paced up beside her as she twisted to reach inside her pack, and he raised his brows curiously. When she nudged a package his direction, he threw back his head with a booming laugh that echoed off the castle behind them. "That's funny you say that," he said in amusement as the echoes faded. "Because I have something for you as well."
Before he even considered reaching for what she'd slid to him, he shrugged out of the makeshift pack on his pack and, pushing aside his other tools he carefully pulled out the rabbit skin wrapping he'd carried so carefully all this way, and set it before her.
Inside could be found a set of hair combs carefully carved from walrus ivory he'd traded for and carved not just the curved teeth into but also careful designs in the old Celtic style, inset with roughly polished moonstones interspersed with smaller fire opals. It had taken him forever to figure out the best way to keep them in, but he'd found that insetting them into a drilled crater with warmed resin would hold them in well enough. Long fringes of suade were tied through a hole on each of the combs, removable but not so easily that they'd be lost as they swung, and each fringe was beaded with more of the semi precious gemstones. They were meant to be worn to keep her hair back, and were just formal enough to be pretty without the embarrassment she had clearly gotten from the headdress she'd worn at the festival.
He positioned the gift she'd given him in front of his own paws, then paused, glancing expectantly at her with a smile.