Wylan hadn’t spent much time at the smithy, but it reminded him of Charlie. He deeply missed his Uncle, and he found himself gravitating more to the machinery that his Uncle used to use so often. When he arrived, he found Ignita already there. It wasn’t the first time he had seen the other wolf by the Smithy, and he trotted up to her with a smile.

He could immediately feel the heat, and knew she was working on something. “Are you making more broaches?” He asked curiously, peeking over her shoulder to see if he could figure out what the steward was getting up to. She had been kind enough to give his companion Krark one last time


"Wylan Fatalis"

The warmth of the fire was a welcome sensation as she pondered over her lesson with Basilisk. Meditation. In a way, when she created and became engrossed in a task it was a sort of meditation...

A bright and familiar voice broke into her reverie of shaping the thin hot metal into a broach. She perked her ears up and flashed him a welcome smile as she finalized the twist in the pin just so and set the piece to the side on a wool pad to cool.

"Wylan! Yes, I was. Got a few more to make for Wynter to take to Avalon when she gets back." She replied with a wag of her tail. An idea occurred to her, "Hey, I helped... someone, make an earring before. Would you like to try to make one?" It was Spider, she helped Spider but... Saying their name was too hard at the moment.

"Speech"

Wylan perked up with interest when Ignita started to talk about earrings. He had never considered wearing something like that before. But, now That she had put the idea in his head he grinned at her. The expression turning a touch shy


“Do you think we could make some sort of earrings that hold feathers?” He asked her, leaning a little forward, watching to see what she thought of the idea. “Maybe we could make a few, and see if anyone wants to wear them. I have to have a supply around.. “ his eyes danced with amusement, though he was also a little shy about suggesting it. People were so fascinated with his wings, but what his suggestion too far?

Suddenly he grew a little shy, and she smiled supportively. As he asked his question she pulled out the wire spools of various thickness and qualities. Her smile grew wider at his suggestion, "Oh! Yes. We can absolutely do that! You have such beautiful feathers too! I'm sure you go through a type of molting and shed feathers fairly frequently. Here we have gold, silver, rose gold, bronze, and copper wire!" She had been working diligently at the smithy to create the stock of copper wire.

After he would choose a wire, she would show him how to use the tools to cut a length of it, pierce the feather stalk, wrap the feather base tightly, and make a small loop for it to attach it to the next step.


"Speech"

She was easily excited at the idea, and his shyness melted away. The big grin returned to his muzzle and he trotted a little closer, investigating the wire spools as she pulled them out. “I do! I’ve been stuffing a pillow for Glacier with them.” he laughed lightly. The Polar bear wouldn’t mind if he rescued a few of them for other things.

“Gorgeous colors.” He commented as she displayed the options of spools available. He thought his feathers would go nicely with the silver, but perhaps a variety would be in order. Pack members could help themselves to the creations, of course.

He picked the silver, and Ignita showed him how to cut a length. At her instructions, he pierces a feather stalk and she wrapped the feather base tightly, leaving a small loop. “Looking good so far.” he commented as they worked.


"Wylan Fatalis"

She also thought silver would look fantastic with his feathers. The white and blue complemented the silver beautifully. When he picked it out she nodded and remarked, "Good choice!" Before they went on.

When they got the small loop on she handed it back to Wylan, "So now it has this small attachment loop. With it like this, we can decide if it's going to dangle from a hoop that goes through the ear or a stud, or it can even be attached to a leather necklace! Your choice!" She grinned, she loved this part of pack life. Helping others with their choices and providing a lesson for something she knew. She loved sharing her knowledge, especially since they didn't tease her mercilessly about it.

"Speech"

Ignita gave him a lot of choice, and he took a moment to think it over. After a little bit of thought, he gave her another shy smile. The one that told people around him he had an idea, but didn't want to impose. “I think a leather necklace would be a good idea for the first one.” He decided. “I think that would be easier for Ollie to wear.” Who else should get the first feather adornment than the brother he was closest to?


He picked a strip of leather from her stash at her encouragement and she showered him how to punch a hole and thread the hoop through it. “Do you think he'll like it?” Wylan asked quietly. Did Iggy know he'd moved out?

Ignita's eyes lit up at the news of who he was planning on giving it to.
"That's a great idea!" She pulled out a couple of different leather strings for him to pick and then showed him how to string it through the loop they had made on the necklace. Her paws were deft but not quite deft enough to tie the knots that would enable the necklace to be tied together. So she called her possum Ida over and let the little possum work on the ties.

She smiled warmly as Wylan asked her opinion, "Oh, it'll look so good on him! You would certainly know if he likes it better than me! Has he been doing okay?" She asked him sincerely, tilting her head.
"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

Wylan grinned back at Ignita, happy she was so supportive and encouraging of his ideas. The pale wolf finished off the ties, completing the necklace. Now he just needed to give it to his brother, and perhaps make a few more to leave in the storeroom for anyone who might want them.

“Thanks for your help, Iggy, this was fun.” He told his friend sincerely as he took the necklace. “He’s been doing good, really good. I think he’s really shaken off his childhood sickness.” Wylan was more than happy to report. The Oleander of old had been so fragile, isolated, grumpy. This one was really coming into himself, and Wylan couldn’t be happier.


"Wylan Fatalis"