Growing Up
Melorama
01-19-2022, 03:55 AM
She squinted up at him for a moment before agreeing to his request, and he swiftly plopped down onto the ground, rolling his bundle so it lay next to him as he began to unwrap it. He set the items down in their respective piles, letting the two pieces of hide rest between his forepaws, already measured and cut to the desired shape. That had been the easy part, and he found he liked the process of curing and drying a hide, but the next part would require just a tad more skill. His ears twitched as the girl tossed something his way, and upon closer inspection he recognised it to be a sort of grinding stone. Raylan flashed an appreciative smile at her, waggling his brows a little to really sell it. "Thanks, lass." The two worked in silence, Raylan glancing sideways at her now and then to watch her technique of grinding the bones to shape them to her desired shape, taking note of how she did it to make sure he wasn't doing it incorrectly. He scraped it gently along the ridges of the metal pieces, carefully blowing at it now and then to remove the small metallic flakes as he worked, until finally he had a small pile of talon-shaped metal bits. There, that wasn't so hard. But now he needed to attach them to the leather, and that was going to be the truly tricky part. Raylan looked over once more at the girl as she pulled out a strange tool and began digging holes into the leather. He searched through his own odd pile of items, plucking out a sharp fang he had grabbed from a predator carcass, and held it in his paw. It was certainly sharp enough to poke holes into the hides, but he'd never done this part on his own before, so he wasn't sure how to start. "Say lass, would you mind showing me how to do what you're doing?" He looked over at her with an award-winning smile, all teeth and twinkling eyes, and maybe even just a slight flirtatious undertone. Asking nicely in this way usually got him what he wanted, and in this case he wasn't sure exactly where to begin with the next part, but the girl seemed to know what she was doing. WC: 389 (1349/1500) |