day gaunts
ikigai - Fall Intellect prompt
Sure enough, the pair quickly began to establish an easy connection. Ikigai split the cord into three thinner strips, and held one end in her teeth while she braided it with her dexterous paws. As she worked, he would hand her the next bead as she held out a paw. In the gaps where she was carefully braiding, he used the point of the dagger to carefully bore a hole through the stones and glass he'd collected, ensuring one would be ready whenever she asked for it. It was a simple, peaceful rhythm. No sooner had they fallen into comfortable silence than the pallid youth paused what she was doing, leading him to stop in his tracks with the hilt of the dagger loosely held between his incisors. "I do like the glass, but I also like these big stones. What do you think your sisters would like best?" she was talking about the centrepiece stones, and he wasn't certain he had an answer yet. He found his thoughts drifting to his sisters as he focused on the stones at his paws. Faith was an elaborately decorated wolf, and so was Modesty. Modesty's confidence spoke for itself already, ironically. She wouldn't need any additional ornamentation to dazzle other wolves, so perhaps the basalt stone would be ideal for her. It would nearly blend with the darker hues of her fur, while standing in stark contrast to the spots of rich violet and magenta. Faith, with her gentle glow, sometimes needed some coercing to believe she was as glorious on the inside as her physical form appeared. The sea glass would refract some of her natural bioluminescence, and highlight the carved sigil. Yes, he had it figured out. "Let's do one of each, I think. I'll bore the holes for them, and carve the sigils later." he replied with an unusual degree of confidence in his gentle vocals. Once the pendants were set into their cords, and the steady rhythm of beadwork began again, he found himself drifting to thoughts of a different nature. Briefly pulling the hilt of the dagger from his maw, he glanced over at Ikigai to ask, "What's it like being a princess?" with a curious quirk of his brow. He didn't hold his gaze on her much longer, instead opting to return to the task at hand and await and answer. He was trying to be social, he just wasn't overly skilled at conversation yet. "speech" TO GO AND GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY? |
