toRnAdic Tornadic liked the ship as one of the few places his youngest siblings weren’t allowed to go near, and as a place of endless possibility for exploration. Every time he thought he had reached the bottom the hatch to another deck was discovered and with it came a font of new experiences and strange items. For now he was on the third deck, worrying away a piece of antler he had found into a point. It was slow going and the antler tasted like burned hair but he persisted at least trying to split it open to make a sharpened edge. He looked up from his work, hearing a distant clatter from within the ship, although that wasn’t unusual. His breath misted on the frigid air as he took a small deep breath, willing himself not to be scared, this was supposed to be his home and all his relatives were there to protect him, what did he have to be afraid of? Speech

this was the second time she had run into a Winterfellian pup. not that Heloise minded, but she naturally assumed they'd be supervised by their parents. she hesitated getting closer, having no children of her own and feeling a bit awkward around pups. still, she couldn't exactly ignore him. her goal was to meet all within the pack - even the children. "hello there" she'd say softly, making her presence known to him. noticing the antler being chewed at, she'd smile. "my, what a find" some wolves crafted, she knew, but she hadn't expected at a young age. well, it was never too early or late to learn things. how did the antler even get up here? did another wolf find it, drag it here only for the boy to find it? "are you making something with it?" can I help died on her lips.

toRnAdic “Maybe.” He said shyly, partially covering his find with his body as if he had just been caught doing something wrong. She looked very pretty, but her scars scared him and made him unsure. She smelled like the pack but he had never seen his father talking to her before so he couldn’t say so with any certainty. “Who are you?” He asked cautiously his head drifting down to chew on the antler nervously if only to break eye contact with her. Her eyes were very pretty too but he felt unnerved looking into them too long, he suddenly wanted to hide afraid that she might think of what he was doing as stupid. Speech

he seemed very shy but that was to be expected. the boy was young and she was a stranger to him. Heloise approved of his unwillingness to discuss it with her. strangers often did not do well for children. still, she wore her pleasant smile and kept her distance. perhaps with some time, he'd come to be less shy. but she'd start with introductions and go from there. that seemed simple enough, right? "I'm Heloise. I'm in Winterfell too." she made it simple for him, though didn't expect the boy to immediately trust her. she was also having a difficult time trusting her packmates deeply. "can I join you?" she asked "I'd like to see what you're making." if he didn't mind, that is. she'd go if he didn't want her there.

toRnAdic “I’m Tornadic.” He muttered in response, then slowly uncurled to show off the antler. It was worn with no discernable edge on it and pocked with tooth marks, right now it looked like nothing but a chewed two pronged antler, his clumsy and immature body unable to fashion it into the weapon he visualized. Something he intended to give to Noir the next time their paths crossed. Noir would be a bulky creature; big and heavy, but Tornadic knew his own strengths laid in running and speed. The weapon would be effective against prey and one day he hoped, against the brutish male that had hurt his friend. Speech

a name was given. the sign of the beginnings of trust and bonds to be made. she would, after all, be seeing him around the pack. seeing him grow within it. she wondered what he would accomplish. children were Winterfell's future, after all. "well, it's very nice to meet you, Tornadic" Heloise responded politely to his simple answer. the fact he had uncurled from his work made her seem that was acceptable. reclining to sit before him, she'd take note of the antler's attempted design. perhaps a spear? a hunting instrument? she didn't want to be rude and guess. "what are you making?" her pale eyes left his little face to look around their surroundings. there was plenty of items to add to it if she knew what it was for. "I can try to find you anything you need for it." she offered to him, giving a confirming nod. there had to be something he couldn't reach. some way to help him.

toRnAdic It struck him then that he really had no idea what he was doing, he looked away from the woman, embarrassed with himself and muttered a quiet “I dunno” He cautioned a glance at her a prickle of self-consciousness climbing up his spine as he told her “I wanna make something sharp, like my dad’s knife.” His father’s knife had been fashioned from a femur and had made a fantastic tool for stabbing prey although the edge itself left much to be desired. He doubted the antler could be fashioned into anything quite as sharp, but the desire to see it buried in Noir’s side stayed with him. He frowned stubbornly and crossed his arms before laying his head down with a pout. “It’s stupid I know.” He grumbled his tail tapping pensively on the steel ground behind him. Speech

Heloise had little experience with weapons outside of her own claws and teeth. this was a fine time to learn. "how about a spear?" it wasn't long enough to be a good spear, but with Tornadic's size, it could be effective enough. he could always add to it with wood later as he grew up. but if he wanted something sharp... she felt a bit uneasy with giving a child a sharp object. moving a bit closer, she'd extend a paw before the tip of the antler. though she didn't touch it. "spears require a lot of maintenance. even when it's done, you're always going to work on it in some way. add length, fix the broken parts..." she explained what she knew. if Tornadic wanted something quick and easy, he'd be disappointed with a spear. but if he had the drive to work on his item, it would reward him. "you can sharpen the point for now, and see if you want to do more later?" she probably should ask him what he wanted it for, but Heloise naturally assumed the boy wanted to be like his father. she'd smile kindly at him. "it isn't stupid to try something new, is it?"

toRnAdic Tornadic’s eyes lit up at her suggestion of a spear, his tail suddenly waving excitedly as he lifted his head. “No!” He chimed excitedly in response to her question. He thought of how he’d look with a spear, capturing fish and impaling prey, he pictured himself as bold and dashing with the long tool clutched in his mouth as he sprinted long legged through the woods. “I promise I’ll work at it every single day.” He swore, twisting in an excited circle and giving playful war growls to emphasize his point. He dropped into a playful bow his tail still slashing in a wide arch as he looked at the woman expectantly, waiting to see how she would take his antler and fashion it into a spear. Speech

"good" she'd smile warmly at him "you're only as good as your weapon is, remember that." maintance had to be made on items if they were to survive wear and tear after all. Tornadic seemed to be giving permission for her to look closer at his spear. his tail wagged behind him and he spun in a circle. how adorable. children were precious little creatures. perhaps one day she'd have some of her own. the thought of that made her grin with amusement. chuckling, she'd bent closer and look at the attempt. it seemed he tried to chew the spear and fashion it. she'd give it a look before reaching out for it. "I'll snap that prong off the antler if you want?" Tornadic had found the antlers after all. she wasn't going to simply take it without asking. running a slender paw down the main shaft, the other prong was awkwardly in the way of sharping the tool more at the end. the pup could poke an eye out. "then it'll be one long spear. we can find something to add to it. customize it. make it your own." feathers or stone or even some pigment to dye it.

toRnAdic “Okay!” He yapped excitedly, his tail waving behind him. In his mind he was already a fierce spearman, running through elk and moose with his powerful weapon and bringing them to their death with powerful lunges. He watched the woman work intently, thinking of how he would make it his own with pigments and beads once he obtained them. Maybe he could get one of his sisters to help him if they were feeling up to it. Theta he wasn’t so sure about but Tsunami might be willing if given the chance. He was less unsure of the woman now, and less intimidated by her scars. Speech

now that she had Tornadic's permission, Heloise reached for the spar again and pulled it close to her. studying the shape, she guessed it'd be one clean snap. if it broke... she didn't want to see the disappointed face of the boy, mortified that she broke his weapon. looking around, the ivory woman saw the ship's side. metal. good. picking the antler up, she'd approach and balance it on the ship's outer rim with the jagged prong outward that she was going to snap. "use your environment to your advantage as well" she'd tell the boy as she rose up on her front legs. "and you can do wonderful things." with a grunt, she plunged downward. her paws used the sharpness of the ship's rim like a blade to cut. a loud snap! was heard as the unwanted prong flew to the earth below. the singular antler slid down the side of the ship to Heloise's paws. picking it up, she'd turn and drop it at Tornadic's paws. "there you are" she'd smile softly at the boy before a thoughtful look crossed her face "you know... some warriors and hunters name their weapons. would you like to give the spear a name?" maybe something akin to Deerstalker. at least that's what she would call it if it was her own. naming something made it your own. it put a bit of your spirit into the object.

toRnAdic He thought for a moment, his head cocking as he ran through a list of names. He was the Howling Wind, his father had told him so himself, and it stood to reason that the name he gave his spear should reflect that, but also be powerful and destructive, like a force of nature. “WIND BREAKER!” He piped excitedly, rising onto his paws as his tail wagged in an excited arch behind him. He saw no problem with the name, rather liked it in fact and could think of no reason why the woman might object. It was cool after all, and he thought of plunging the mighty Wind Breaker into the hearts of his prey while they begged for mercy. Speech

she couldn't help but giggle softly. it was her first real giggle in a long time, and it felt good. intentional or not. "Tornadic... um" Heloise began, wondering how to break it to him. break it...? oh gods above. now she was getting started on such puns. "do you really want your spear to be named after the, uh, passing of wind?" such lowbrow humor too but fine for a child his age. he didn't seem to know the problem, how the other children (and adults) may laugh at his spear. she chose to be upfront with him. "how about something else instead?" there were a plethora of wind-related names to use. it also could be something quite simple. Tornadic... wind... Torn-something. maybe even Tor-something. "Torment?" she suggested, feeling it was a good enough name for any weapon. one tormented their foes with a spear before biting deep into them with their jaws... perhaps her warrior-side was showing. "Chinook?" she kept it quite simple for him. a wind-related name was good, but she still liked 'Torment'. though she could see it was a bit inappropriate for a child.

toRnAdic He cocked his head to the opposite side, not unsderstanding at first, then felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. His ears dropped suddenly and he wanted to cover his face with shame. “Torment is good.” He muttered dejectedly. He was aboutto offer Ripping Wind as an alternative before he realized the problem was just as bad if not worse. “What about…” He trailed off. “What about Justice?” He added quietly, thinking of what had brought him to making the spear in the first place. Noir. Justice would be had for sure with the spear in his employment. He bet Noir didn’t even have a weapon of his own, and when he turned a year old his father said he could go out and find a familiar. It would be something strong, like him, something that moved like a shadow and killed in the night. Something that was as much him as Raanee was like his father.   Speech

it took him awhile to see the problem and when he did, he was embarrassed. "don't worry" Heloise smiled kindly down at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement "I won't tell anyone" that Tornadic wanted to name his weapon after the passing of wind? no. she wouldn't do that to the boy. "Justice? now that's a good name." her own suggestions hadn't taken with him, but that was fine. it was his spear. she hoped he grew into a man that had that same mindset; one full of good intentions for the needs of the many. "what will you do first with Justice?" the alabaster woman asked the pup. he surely had some plan, something he wasn't telling her... she chose to not snoop too much, but the thought of him crafting the spear was endearing. maybe he would craft again? "if you want to make more" Heloise added in " or if you break it... come see me. I will help you make another and maintain your spear." she offered him this small favor. he had been a good boy; listening to her explanations and her words. taking them to heart. she was sure he'd grow up nicely.