day gaunts
ikigai - Fall Intellect prompt
There was a vague idea rattling around in his brain today that demanded his attention, and so the wiry yearling was combing the beach of Rekaru island. He wanted to pass the time with something worthwhile, and decided he would try his hand at crafting. Sigil charms would be relatively easy to etch, but the surrounding ornaments would present a greater challenge. Hallux was helping him, her keen eyes picking out small specs of colour or brightness on the dark sand. A small pile of sea glass and fish vertebrae had been growing slowly, located just far enough up the beach that the surf couldn't reclaim his prizes. He might have borrowed one of the sharp daggers that were kept in the Shrine's stores without asking his mother, but he was certain if he sharpened it again once he was home that it wouldn't upset Toxicity. It would be instrumental to carving his sisters' sigils into the stones he'd selected. "Hallux, do you think you could check further away for any lizard bones?" he called out, voice cracking with the effort to raise it beyond his normal soft tones. The young wraith wasn't certain when he'd last had to raise it beyond a murmur, he wasn't one for boisterousness. The parrot let out a screech of affirmation, before taking off further inland. While she was gone, he meandered closer to his pile of baubles to inspect them. The vertebrae would be easy enough to thread, and he'd made sure to loop some thin leather around his neck to use for exactly that. There had been rough twine in the stores, but he didn't think it would look quite as nice. Turning over the smooth, flat stones he'd brought from the shore nearest the shrine, he found himself frowning. What if he messed up? Perhaps he should test his mettle on a few others before making the final version. The nice stones were of a softer composition, Hallux had helpfully informed him that these were probably basalt chunks that had been smoothed over time by the tides. Pontifex hadn't even been aware that there were so many different kinds of rocks, beyond the typical gemstones he saw around the empire. Two toned gaze drifted to the translucent sea glass as he selected a small piece and trapped it beneath a single toe. He scratched it with his claw a few times, digging it into the same spot over and over with each pass. It scratched relatively easily, which left him reconsidering his options for engraving. Wouldn't it be neat to have the pendants made from the sea glass, with sigils only noticeable when the light hit just right? Oh, where was Hallux when he needed her advice? ((Word count: 458/1500) "speech" |
