The Wheel In The Sky Keeps On Turning
01-01-2019, 04:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2019, 04:06 PM by Ashiel.)
You Wash Your Hands, You Come Home Clean...
Ashiel really wasn't sure about this but Griff was excited so that had to count for something. The pair had journeyed northward to the eastern portion of Boreas to do some scouting. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Ashiel wasn't a scout, he was an oracle. This was his mothers job but he'd found himself needing to get outside of Risen to clear his head. He really didn't understand what his job entailed when he wasn't in the grips of a vision and lately he'd been dealing with self-doubt. Was he really one to be interpreting and carrying on his family's legacy? He growled, again wishing his mother would do more on that front.
Ashiel moved carefully through the snow covered ground as he headed toward the delta. In his jaws was a piece of cured hide folded at the corners. A number of odds and ends rested within it. Griff wanted to teach him how to make a quill. There was also items for ink and an inkwell but Ashiel really doubted he had the delicacy to handle such an item. Perhaps they could make something for Malleus and his companion as a gift. Ashiel much preferred cave painting. He had brought along a few other items for making jewelry as well. Perhaps he could make something for Mæva.
Finding a nice spot near the delta that was still dry and lush with amber grasses, he nestled down and laid down his burden. Stretching his jaws he turned to his winged companion who landed gracefully near him. "Alright, what shall we try first?"
"Talk"
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01-01-2019, 04:59 PM
01-12-2019, 10:56 AM
You Wash Your Hands, You Come Home Clean...
Griff eyed the items they'd brought and Ashiel grinned with amusement at the deep concentration written across the birds face. "I like the idea of a quill but I think the process needs more thought. I'm not sure if a wolf could truly use such a thing nor do I think I have the delicacy to." Ashiel nodded. "I thought about that. Actually, I was thinking we could gift it to Malleus. His companion would have the capability to use such a device to great effect with some practice." The bird considered this for a moment, with a note of jealousy at the primate's adept fingers, but ultimately shook his head. "It would rely much on images unless you have a system of language in mind."
Ashiel frowned. He had been thinking on ways for them to keep records of their families history. There were so many factors that could tarnish an oral tradition. For one, someone needed to be around to tell it and for another it had to be free of embellishments. A speaker could alter it whenever at their leisure and that didn't sit well with him. He'd been wanting to speak with his mother for ages about more of their legends but she was tricksome and difficult to pin down. "Let's try it. We have nothing to lose from creating something new other than to know whether or not it is worth expanding on in the future. I'll think on a form of writing. My mother has spoken to me of stones with strange writing upon them. I think we can infer something from that."
Griff nodded. "Alright, I'll need to help you with this. Take one of the quills and place it gently, but firmly between your paws. See how the shaft is hollow? Take the tip and-"
The bird paused at the sound of movement in the water. Ashiel's ears flicked forward and he peered out about the grasses. The sound was caused by something large and he wondered what poor creature had decided to forge through the winter waters. A familiar form was speaking in ritualistic fashion from the freezing water. Nephthys. He recognized the woman from an earlier meeting and remembered that she was the child of another pantheon of gods. Grinning he moved to the waters edge. "I thought I recognized those melodious tones. Greetings, Nephthys, I hope I am not interrupting."
"Talk"
-- PLEASE NOTE: Ashiel is an EVIL character and can be prone to acts of swearing, maiming and other violence. -- Consider this your warning.
02-09-2019, 01:13 PM
02-16-2019, 10:46 PM
You Wash Your Hands, You Come Home Clean...
Nephthys turned slowly to face him and he watched the water cling to her coat, curious as to what she was doing standing in such cold water. A test of endurance? Cold addling one's brain? Or had he some how managed to interrupt her in the middle of another ritual? He he had to guess he'd say the later. Either way she didn't seem distressed so there was no need to go rescuing said damsel. His right ear twitched at the clicking noises coming from Griff. He could tell the bird was irritated at being interrupted.
"Ahem, your lesson, Ashiel. Please focus on the task at hand instead of indulging in the sight of some would-be siren," Griff whispered as best as a bird could. Ashiel ignored the bird, shifting his weight effortlessly as he reached out his left hind leg to push his companion back. He'd return to the lesson soon enough. It was rare he got to socialize outside of the family these days. He at least wanted to know what she was up to.
We seem to always meet during these times. You look as handsome as ever, darling.
He nodded, his crown dipping in a graceful arc. "Yes, we do seem to keep interrupting each other in the midst of our respective rituals." She complimented him and he turned his head in a mocking coy gesture, like a maiden suddenly shying from a compliment. "And you are still as wreathed in mystery and allure." The compliment rolled easily off his tongue. He wasn't normally like this but there was something about it that was almost like a game.
"Would you care to join me up on the shore? I'm working on a little item if you'd like some company after you complete your ritual."
"Talk"
-- PLEASE NOTE: Ashiel is an EVIL character and can be prone to acts of swearing, maiming and other violence. -- Consider this your warning.
03-14-2019, 01:06 AM
03-28-2019, 06:25 PM
You Wash Your Hands, You Come Home Clean...
She disappeared into the water's embrace as Ashiel settled along the bank. He wasn't worried. There was no reason to think she was in any danger and soon she surfaced. Griff explained how he'd cured the feather in hot sand. He instructed Ashiel how to hold the feather in his paws which he did carefully and tightly. Griff leaned over and snipped off the end of the feather where it would attach to the bird. It was a unique snip with a slight curve. As Nephthys moved to join him on the shore Griff worked to make a small slit in the part left over from the earlier snip.
"Making what Griff here calls a quill. Supposedly if you make some sort of dye you can use this to make symbols that mean things. A way to record stories and tales. Of course I don't have a system of symbols yet." The bird turned his brilliant orange eyes on the woman and nodded eagerly. "I'm sure you've seen some stones around that have strange markings on them? Perhaps such markings in caves?" Ashiel turned his gaze to Thys once more. "Does your family have such a system?" He doubted he was the first wolf to ever stare at human relics and wonder what possibilities might lay there for his own kind.
Griff continued to work on the feather as Ashiel held it and angled it as the bird needed. Griff scraped off a little extra on each side to for a nice pen nib. Ashiel grinned. This was coming along well. Now he needed to find something a bit more permanent to write with. He'd been curious about using blood, entranced as he was by the color, but he didn't know that it would last.
"Talk"
-- PLEASE NOTE: Ashiel is an EVIL character and can be prone to acts of swearing, maiming and other violence. -- Consider this your warning.