[PRP] The work of a wordsmith [Ice & Dreamer]

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

It had been a while since Chaucer how made his way home, back to the Mirro te weavia. He had been hard at work filling his journal with history. Which he had, the stories he had seen and the tales he had witness that shook him to his very soul. Admittedly the latter still haunted him from time to time, but he made a promise and had a job to do. A job that required a new journal and more ink....

Releasing a sigh, Chaucer adjusted him maw a little. It still was taking a while to get use to him maw being free of the mask, as he had seemed to wear that more then showing his own face. It was a little strange. Wings shifted on his back as he walked the dark halls of the library that lead to their secret place. It wasn't long ago, that he had made it back to the capital, he hadn't even had a chance to see Still Water or the Scribe.

Hmm, he had to make note to see them before he left once more to tend to his duty, there was just so much to record. Even now, he could feel that there was history going on that he wasn't witnessing....That very thought caused a unpleasant shiver to ripple down his spine, and puff his tail. However that was quickly replace by a reassuring calm that quickly washed over him.

He was where he was suppose to be, and it was as comforting as a uplifting wind under his wings.

Releasing a sigh, Chaucer's eyes looked to the towering book cases how some where filled and how many more were still empty and begging to collect dust, rather then writings. His journal would do little to help fill the empty space, but it would help. Careful paws echoed though the great hall of the library. Turning his head, Chaucer smiled as he stopped at a familiar wall. One that was untouched by dust and graced with care.

Ah, there it was...

Raising a paw, Chaucer placed it on the switch Still Water had first used to show them their secret place. As the wall shifted open, the tahtll, waited for the secret chamber to full open before he entered. Stopping at the entrance, Chaucer looked in to the dark abyss that he knew lead down to a stare case. Chaucer's maw twisted, slightly confused to why there where no lights leading down the stares. Perhaps someone had forgotten to put the light crystals in the sun, or forgot to light any of the candles?

Hmm, No bother...

Luckily, Still Water had taken such a thing in account and kept a unlit lantern at the entrance; for use for such occasions. Picking up the lantern, it was easily lit after a moment. He could easily recall the first time he had seen such a curious contraption and concisely enough the first time he saw a B'alam without all his limbs. He had a hook, to replace it, funny enough he called himself 'Hook' as well. Perhaps it was for his namesake, or 'Hook' was the namesake of having a hook for a paw. Closing the flame guard, Chaucer carefully proceeded down the stairs. One careful paw after another, the Tahtll descending down the stairs. It was then he felt a familiar nahtill spirit nearby just as he reached the landing of the stair well.

It was then that he turned himself and the lantern towards the figure that was in the room, his teal eyes took in the rouge mass of Duskmoune, his white maw predominant in the dim lighting. Her dark leather wings reflecting in the light of the lantern. Her Dark-

Oh!

"Oh, Phen-" left Chaucer and he quickly hid the light under his wing, to shield the blinding light from her careful eyes. How foolish of him.

"I am sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be here so late..." Chaucer spoke quickly, feeling a bit bad that he had been so careless with the light. Ears for the moment frowned on the back of his head, along with his maw.

Oh, he did so hope he didn't hurt her gaze.

"I am so glad to see you, I hope you can still see me." So, bad attempt at a joke, as his fiddled with his words, and smiling weakly. Turning himself, Chaucer quickly snuffed out the lantern for his Phen's sake. He really was glad to see her, it had been so long since he had seen any of his awakened-mates. They had yet to have all meet at once to turn in their year's work. Which was exciting to think about on it's own.

"How are your eyes?" The Tahtll spoke sincerely. Truly, he didn't expect someone to be there at such a time, but he should have taken consideration of the lack of light in the stair well. The had been snuffed out for a reason

" Hopefully, I didn't blind you too badly." He added softly in the darkness, feeling his tail happily shift behind him. Realizing that he was very happy to see one of his Phen. It wasn't long ago that he had hoped to see one of his Phen and Pen. The Weaver surely did smile down upon him. He was were he needed to be at the time. It was enough to make the Tahtll sigh happily.

His nose carefully picked up the familiar scent of parchment, and ink. So she was working on something....

How fancy...

"Hard at work, I smell..." Chaucer smiled, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness as his gaze was still very skilled at looking in the dark. Well, better then one of the light tribe, and well not as good as one gifted as a dark.

Though how inspiring to know another was just as hard working as he, no doubt she had been looking over the bookcases that still needed to be organized.

Ice_Dragon_Demon

 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

"Very Sorry, Phen..." Chaucer spoke in a mummer, his eyes turned off to the side while he waited for them to readjust to the lighting. He weakly smiled, hoping that he didn't not damage his sister's eye sight too badly. He could distinguish if she was disgruntled about the action or not. He hoped not and knowing his sisters temperament, he knew she wasn't for the most part-in understanding her character. His wings shifted a little his back, his tail shifted a little to a curl. His thoughts lifted the lantern to hang on the tip of his tail by the sturdy metal 'hanger'. Since it wasn't going to get warm to the touch now, the tahtll didn't need to worry about it burning his tail fur. Which meant he could give his thoughts a rest.

His brown ear turned back a little as Dusk became silent, and his eyes squinted in the dark wondering if he had seen a 'nod' or not. He registered some sort of movement, before his eyes could fully adjust to the dark, so....he was going to assume it was a nod.

"How is the work going?" Chaucer spoke, knowing that his sister never really stopped working ever.

"Don't mind me, I just need to get some Ink, and replace the paper..." He The poet explained as he slipped past the Nahtll. Skillfully and careful not to bump Dusk, Chaucer moved carefully over to the corner where their ink stash was at. It rested in a fine wood and glass cabnat, that was fitted with a slanted table on top. There was a little bit of a lip on the edge to keep what ever may rest on it from falling off completely. It was there he rested his pouch and his thoughts opened the door of the tall container. There was a soft click and shifting of glass bottles as Chaucer went over each vial of ink with his thoughts. The tahtll was very mindful and picky about what kind of ink he wanted. It had to be mixed and filled just right.

Ice_Dragon_Demon

 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

"That is good." Chaucer released a relieved sigh, he was really happy to hear that he didn't hurt his dear Phan's eyes. That would have been just terrible.

"Yes." The Writer chuckled slightly.

"Well, now that work is mentioned." The Tahtil started, his tan tail paused slightly in it's movement. His head titled a little to his sister, so his words were heard better. There was a reason why he was getting more ink before he was heading off for his next journey.

"StillWater, has suggested that I make a journey to the Dark Mountains..." Chaucer stated quietly, as his thoughts still shifted about the ink. "If you are interested, perhaps..." The b'alam started, was it strange he thought about asking his Phan if she wanted to go simply because it was the 'home' of the type of b'alam she was woven as. It felt a little strange to him at least, because he didn't have any interest in seeing his own 'tribe land'. The Water tribe was his home. Though, it was still polite to at least offer, perhaps she had a curiousness to do so herself. It wouldn't be fair not to ask. That and he had a special regard for all his wovenmates. It felt wrong to rob them of something they might like.

"I could ask if you would be permitted to journey with me?" The b'alam offered sensitively.

"If it is something, you are interested in." Chaucer asked, though he did hear whispers of another band of water b'alam that was wanting to make a journey. Chaucer didn't want to go along with them, as he had more important things to do-that required a faster flying pace.

Ice_Dragon_Demon

 

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Ah! There it was.

Finding the kind of ink he wanted in the dim lighty, and even a few more notebooks of paper, Chaucer slipped the items away in his bag. His ear remained kindly to his Phen as she spoke and inquire more on his offer.

Hmm, Nan Duskmoure did offer a good point. Most of the remaining wovenmates had yet to leave, yet Chaucer had been around and recording-hence him needing more ink.

"I am sure Tah Stillwater wouldn't mind..." The wind Tah smiled turning his head to look back at his sister. "we could always ask?" He added with a little shrug of his wings, but was mindful to not let the light shine too much past the feathers.

Then again, it would probably be best to go alone-him in the day her in the night....it would be easier. He did plan on leaving right after gathering some more ink. Turning himself, he kept the lamp hidden behind his wings as he sat on his hunches to look at his sister.

"If not, I could always meet up with you there?" He then suggested. "So you the tribe myself?" Chaucer grinned, knowing his sister as a bit timmid and shy. "Without our masks? It could be fun..."

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