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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:41 am
 Amjad had joined Hearth's Fire out of the hope that it would be more interesting, more lively, more loud and full of life. So far, not so much. Sure, there were conversations to be had, but he found he had almost as much contact with stars on the island as he did on the mainland. So...drat. It was frustrating as heck, but there wasn't a lot that Amjad could do about it. He'd made Hearth's Fire his home--he'd even made a few friends. And he'd discovered that he truly, deeply loved trading. It was a game, it was a challenge, it was a race across the ocean against the elements, predators, and the spoiling of goods. But back at the island when there was nothing to do...grrrr. That's when it was driven home, quite forcefully, that Amjad was, before all else, a nova. And it was a nova's lot in life to be forever lonely as the majority of the star population conveniently forgot that there was no such thing as water stars.
To make the situation all the more frustrating, most of the active makers on the island were fliers. They could just take their own wares back and forth. Almost all of them, anyway. There was a new member of the Tano guild, an algiedi. Quarrel Quarrelly or something like that. Meh. Amjad wanted to meet him, to get to know him. More than slightly desperately. Which was a challenge for a marine nova on an island when the person he wanted to meet spent most of his day at the furnace. So Amjad would have to wait until the star was closer to the beach. ...Or, alternatively, ask QQ's mother, Bridgitte, who could often be found walking up and down the beach, gathering sand for her son. Well, fine then. He'd asked her to take the message to her son that he'd like to meet him, and she'd promised to deliver that message. Now all he had to do was...wait. Sigh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 1:17 pm
 Quarrel trotted as fast as he could across the beach, kicking up much of the prized white sand he used in his experiments in making things out of glass. No time for ideas of what to make right now, and he could gather more sand after talking to this Nova his mother had told him about. Of all the crafters on the island so far, Quarrel was one of the very few who couldn't do his own trading or deliveries. And finding out that there was a willing and very bored trader willing to conduct business for him sounded great.
He glimpsed a brown shape on the beach, with vibrant flaming-gold hair, gold embroidery on a darker brown vest, and what looked like a dark beard sprouting from the Nova's jaw. Not exactly as colorful and fascinating as Quarrel usually admired and saw in other island inhabitants, but with his own flair, and still revealing the muscularity of one who spent a lot of time moving around, including over long distances. Good. A good swimmer. Perhaps not as likely to accidentally damage the priceless glass in transit.
"Hello," he called out, taking a deep breath and pushing himself nervously and excitedly to speak. After getting praise and attention as the sole glassworker on the island, Quarrel was still shy. "I heard you're a trader?"
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 3:17 pm
Aha! Amjad's ears perked up at the sound of approach and he blew salt water out of his nostrils (he had been observing two crabs dueling in a tide pool just seconds ago). The figure coming across the beach was indeed an Algiedi, one with the sure markings and colors of one of Bridgitte's children (her mate was that pink Solara, right?). This had to be QQ, as Amjad had been thinking of him. "Hello, yes!" he said. He lifted his body as best he could out of the water to be more obvious. "My name is Amjad, yes. You must be the glassblower, Bridgitte's son--it's...Quarrel...?" He left the rest out there, hoping that the glassblower would fill in the rest. He kept his tone light and cheerful, only barely masking the excitement within--just as he could tell that QQ was doing (or so it seemed, anyway). "Do you need my services?"
Please say yes. Please, oh please, say yes. Amjad could think of a few people who would be happy to trade for some fine glassware or even sculptures. Already in his head he was making a list of all the people he could visit to sell to. Of course, he hadn't seen any of the goods yet, and what they looked like could change things drastically. But it made him happy to start listing things off in his head, so what was the harm with that? "If so, I will be ready when you are!"
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 9:23 pm
Quarrel saw the Nova stallion haphazardly lift himself out of the water, and, for a moment, Quarrel allowed himself to admire the other stallion's physique, it's smooth and flowing nature, before he caught himself. It had to be difficult and uncomfortable to lift himself up like that, and balance, on a surface like this, on limbs no longer meant to carry weight on land.
Quarrel lowered his horned head as he approached, not wanting to put stress or strain on this Amjad's forelegs. "Quarrel Querulous," he replied with a slight blush, which was partially lost among the vibrant markings of his face. "Yes, I do! I don't have any samples with me, I'm afraid, but I can bring you some pieces later today, if you're interested. The sea seems like such a good way to transport the glass." And the stallion carrying them seems so very attractive, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. Quarrel flushed again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2019 10:40 pm
Amjad smiled at the algiedi and stretched his legs, pushing himself up off the sand and into the air. It felt good to stretch his legs, even if he could only do it for a short time. His legs weren't that strong, he really didn't know how land stars could do so much, walking around all the time--flying, even, when air couldn't support the body like water did. Honestly, the amount of muscle it must take to just walk around all day...Then again, they made it all seem so easy, like you didn't need muscles at all. Amjad supposed that was just the way of things. He let himself back down fairly quickly and craned his neck. Awfully considerate of him to duck his head like that...
He was a little disappointed not to see any samples, but then again, he could understand why. QQ--Quarrel Querulous, an appropriate name for a young stallion who seemed unsure of himself--hadn't had any way of knowing that a kalepa would be here to take his wares, and there was no point in taking something as heavy and delicate as glass all the way down off the mountain unless you knew for sure that you would be able to pass it along to someone immediately. He shrugged. "That's alright, Quarrel," he said. "You can bring them down later today, I'm always interested to see what the Tano are up to." The kid also seemed really sweet and shy--cute, actually. It was hard to tell through the bright markings on his face, but he thought it was even possible that the glassblower was blushing. Was this general nervousness, or was there something more...? Was he making someone uncomfortable? That wasn't good, it meant he wouldn't get to see this person again, if they just thought of him as "oh, that fellow who makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Then again," he added, "even if you don't have anything, you can come down and visit me. I don't have any other orders to take at the moment, and your sister keeps flying all of her deliveries herself." He rolled his eyes at that before remembering that maybe Quarrel wouldn't like the implied aspersion to his sister. Then again, his sister was Argument Amusing, whose first name was well-deserved. He might agree with that, as shy as he was, and as aggressive as his sister was.
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