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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:40 pm
Riri:
For all his time in the world Wave Runner continued to feel as if he had not taken a single step away from the place he had awakened in during his creation. Every b'alam was granted all the time in the universe to find their calling, whether is be something like parenthood to running an entire tribe, and some souls found their place quite easily. Others however, those like Wave Runner himself, felt stuck. It was as if the world around him was moving like leaves in a storm while he sat like a rock at the bottom of a lake. Forever immobile. Forever sitting and collecting algae.
It was eternally frustrating for him because he was created with his purpose already implanted in his mind. He was told what he meant to do, with an idea of whom he was meant to be, and yet he could no will up the courage to just reach our and grab it.
Sure, he knew how to do his job, but what was the point of it all?
Day in and day out he found himself collecting the skins of kills that were brought through the tribe. He would make deals with take the skins in trade for packaging the meats, bones and whatever other parts the b'alam would want. What was not traded off would be collected for future trades and sale with other merchants that passed through the tribe territory, and that was about it. That was his life. Day in and day out the same old routine that was slowly driving him insane.
Pulling himself away from his thoughts Wave Runner returned to cutting the finished skins that were piled by one of his many work stations. Since the disappearance of the crafter, who also happened to be his ex-mate [Weaver bless her insane mind], the tah had taken it upon himself to produce a bit more stock so he could take to crafting the occasional satchel or piece of jewelry to sell on the side.
It was all mindless side work though. Just something to keep his paws and mind busy so the silence of his life would not settle over him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:41 pm
"Come about, Mr Smee!" Hook's voice raised to call out to his First mate.
The brown and red bolf let out a bark, as he heard his partern's command. With a flap of his leathery wings, the bolf jolted upward. Quickly his wings pinned together as he turn his body to angle downward toward the air borne wind b'alam. Opening his wings he glided toward the landing of Killian's extended hook.
Jolly's body only jolted a little as Mr. Smee's weight landed on his hook baring nub.
Working on his own descent, the rest of Killian's paws extended as the land of the water-orb bearers drew closer.
"Here we are." Hook's roguish voice rippled through the air. His Hook, remained raised for a comfortable perch for his friend. Devish and curious eyes looked upon the land of the water tribe. It had been a while since he had traveled to their land. He easily recalled his last venture, he had came across a lovely golden horn fire Nahtlil....
"Now to find our Tanner..." Hook mentioned to his friend as he kindly urged him off his Hook.
Mr. Smee promptly complied with a hop off the shiny hook.
Shifting the traveling back on his back, Hook started toward the water capital.
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A few questions and inquiries later Hook found his way to the market and a particular area that was apparently set aside for a silent master of his craft.
"Ahoy!" Hook's voice called over the many work stations. Blue eyes looked about the stalls for any sign of life. Tan tail shifted and twitched curiously behind him.
"Is there anyb'alam about?!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:42 pm
Riri:
The tanner carefully weaved himself between his rows of tanning racks. Some of the skins were nearly finished with the process of becoming actual leather, while others had just been strung up from their skinning and soaking process. Carefully, Wave Runner expected his work to make sure none would need to be taken down and corrected, or worse, just plain taken down due to an error in quality. He could always sell those pieces at a discount or use them for scraps at the very least.
Ears perking, Wave Runner's body stilled for a moment at the sound of another. He was not expecting guests today, and he did not believe anyone was supposed to visit him to pick up any products.
Part of the tah did not wish to bother presenting himself to whomever was calling out. He hated to day it, but the tanner was not one who carried himself with any amount of confidence. With a lack of voice and a job that kept him to himself during most hours of the day, Wave Runner just did not have much interaction with others. But...if Stillwater got wind of him ignoring those who needed his aid then he would surely get a lecture.
Sighing, he slowly peeked out from behind the racks before making his way towards the front of his work area. He took the time to get a look at the stranger, a wind b'alam, which was not an unusual sight in the area, and...well he was very unsure of what his companion was. Wave just hoped the pet would not cause any trouble.
With his approach, Wave bowed in greeting before politely seating himself. His tail carefully curled around his body, and his ears perked at attention to listen to whatever it was the wind b'alam had to say about his visit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:43 pm
Hook's ears perked and his tail stilled as he caught sight of the Tah that moved from the racks.
Patiently Hook waited for the Tah to approach. As the B'alam greeted him, Hood offered a nod.
"Water flow through you, Tah." Hook politely greeted.
"Are you the Master Tanner I am told about?" The wind b'alam asked. He was also informed that the Tah was silent and was woven with out a voice. Strange of the Weaver to do such a thing, but wow was the woven to question such things. Even if Hook was a fan of his own voice and thought it unfair to not have one. Well, he would be speechless, if he didn't have his....
"Are you the Tah, WaveRunner?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:44 pm
Riri:
By the greeting the stranger gave he either had a friend or two of the tribe or he has spent much time in the area. Either way, knowing that the tah was acquainted with the residents calmed his soul a bit.
Nodding, Wave Runner tilted his head towards his work station as a sign of confirmation. Once upon a time he actually had someone approach him questioning him of a potential apprenticeship, and those wary, he did agree to teach the tah the art of tanning and leather crafting. He was not sure how he could teach the other his craft without words, but he was willing to learn and give patience as long as the other gave patience towards him. Sadly, his student just up and vanished on him like so many others in his life. At least he didn't have time to actually form a friendship with the other so it was not a large lose in his life. Then again, the lose of his mate was not all too painful for him either...but that was a tale for another day.
Cocking his head to the side, Wave waved at the larger b'alam as if to not only ask what the other's name may be, but to also prompt him to continune speaking.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:52 pm
Hook had a feeling by appearance that the Tah before him was the skinner and Tanner, however he also knew it was rather foolish to assume such things. And Jolly Roger was not a fool.
"Then you are just the Tah I am looking for." The wing b'alam smiled to the Master. Tan tail shifted behind him as he presented a smile to the mute.
"I am Jolly Roger." Hook offered his name to the craftsman. "Or rather as most know me as, 'Hook'." The Wind b'alam added and shifted gesturing his left nub holding metal hook.
"I have inquired after you for I am in need of some of your..." The Merchant paused, what where they called again? "...dead animal skins." He couldn't recall what they where called. He just recalled the type would be most likely perfect for catching wind and help with guide the larger rock of a ship.
Mr Smee turned and tilted his head as he looked at the b'alam in front of him. Patiently the red-cap wearing familiar sat next to his friend's side.
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