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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 3:08 am
Mulberry comes to an abrupt halt when she finally notices the two boys, and smiles so widely that she drops the paintbrush again.
"Hi guys!" she happily chirps, "You have to try this! It is so awesome!"
She bobs excitedly, turning her head almost all the way around to look at Birch and then back again to grin at the young males. However, she does not stop to wait for a reply - painting an adult is far too interesting and exciting and a chance that will probably never come again!
She picks the brush up and quickly sticks it into the red paint. Only a smidge of blue remains in the brush, thus leaving only a tiny blue streak in the red colour. Mulberry swirls around again, all fired up to add more prettiness to the big, funny wildtype.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:52 am
"Red you say?" Birch asks and follows the bouncing fledgling with his eyes, "I'm going to be a masterpiece when you're done with me."
“Have you ever tasted it?”
Poppy has been foreseeing enough to bring non toxic paint that can be easily preened off, but this particular question catches her off guard.
"I... Err... No," she says, looking puzzled, "And I wouldn't recommend it, I don't think it's very tasty."
Poppy turns her head around at the female's joyous outburst, and winches as she dips a used brush in another colour.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:29 pm
"I wasn't! It's not like I'm a hatchling." Aspen said, clearly denying the thought. He just wanted to see if she ever did, just so she could tell him. If he was an Artisan, he naturally wondered that curiosity would get the best of them. Scowling, he looked back at the bowl.
When Mullberry came, he perked up, watching her ruffled with energy and out of breath. Her crazy energy made the more timid male step back, nearly spilling the green. Being careful, he watched her as she told them to join. Without waiting for an answer, she shoved her brush into another bowl and speed off, leaving little drips of red behind her.
Watching, he watched her join the painted adult Birch, who was all smiles at being painted. They DID seem to be having some fun. Debating, Aspen slowly reached for a brush, finding the object odd in his small beak as he picked it up. The weight made him feel off balanced.
"Tif if hafey." He said to Poppy, wondering how she carried these brushes. Then again, she had a strong will. He wondered if he would ever have a will like that. Granny had said it was something that wasn't up to you. Sometimes you had a lot and sometimes you had only a little bit. He probably had very little.
Holding the brush, he awkwardly turned his head to dip it into the green. He wanted to try, just once. He wasn't going to go to the adult. For all he knew, Birch didn't like green and Mullberry probably was having fun coloring herself. Walking to a brown feather, he looked at it. He wanted to pick one that matched his, just to see how green would look if he ever was painted green.
With an odd press of the brush, he swiped the feather, watching it stick to the brush before plopping down into a mess of green. Frowning, he looked at the feather. He ...wasn't good at this and he felt chestfallen at not having instant skill.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:03 am
"Wup! wou are!" Mulberry confidently replied to Birch's comment, and painstakingly smeared an uneven red swirl onto his oustreched wing, just above the blue lines. The concentration shone in her eyes as she streched out and sat back down again, eyeing her work with a critical squint.
After a brief moment's thought she added red spots around the spiral, then dropped the brush again and beamed a smile at Birch, hoping for his approval.
"Look! Look! Isn't that pretty?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 11:35 am
"Here," Poppy says to Aspen, "Let me hold the feather for you and then try again. It's much harder with a feather that isn't attached to anything."
She takes a new feather, a Wildtype one, and holds it steady with her will for Aspen to paint on. The artisan makes careful note of Aspens every move since she does not want to be splashed with paint.
"I'm a masterpiece," Birch cries, examining his wing, "All the other bards will be jealous!"
He makes a move as if to take off and show everyone, but suddenly stops.
"Better let this dry first," he says to Mulberry, "Don't you think?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 5:46 pm
"Ow." Aspen said, mummbling his words as he broke out of his forelorn expression and watched as another feather from his already sopping wet one. Watching it, he wondered how firm it would stay in place and worried deeply that he would miss and wind up painting the Artisan, ruining her pretty feathers and the materpiece of dyework on them. The idea of having Poppy mad at him as a possibility made him apprehensive, and he took precious care as he dipped the feather again, soaking it with green paint, before lifting it up once more and slowly approaching.
He twisted his tongue under the underside of the brush and turned his body to move the brush, not familiar with his Will, and instead using his body to assist him in the task. The brush traveled up the feather, brushing it's underside before swirving right quickly and off into the air. "Fory." He appologized for no reason aside from not going in the right direction when she was helping him by holding the feather.
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