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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 10:27 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:23 pm
To Work!
Bisera found himself a nice, open spot in the room at the foot of his bed, settling down against it with his heavy pack next to him. Once he'd gotten himself as comfortable as he could on the floor before he started to unpack his things and set to work placing them into neat piles all the way around him. There were the various crystal clusters that Xarn had helped him to find, the janarim bones he'd picked up in the boneyard, the snaptrotter teeth he'd traded for, and various other things materials. Everything that he was slowly unpacking were things that he had since leaving him or had traded for during his long trip to Oba. He gave the 'Eyes of the Surahama' a glance, running his fingers over them, before he gave them a smile. Those were the most rare, beautiful materials that he had and he still wasn't quite confident enough to use them in a piece. Looking toward his stack of gorogorum scales he studied them thoughtfully, sure he could use them for something pretty. There were so many interesting things that he could work with, not to mention he had so pages worth of designs at the moment as well!
Digging into his pack he got out his journal next, flipping through it, looking at the various designs that he'd been working on in his down time. Other then gathering materials and a lot of sketching he hadn't been doing nearly enough in Bisera's opinion. Sure, what he'd done were the first steps in creation, but actually getting into the creation process, it was something that he'd missed. It was something that he meant to spend the rest of his night on even if that meant wandering off into his own world. At least he'd been nice enough to warn Xarnith and the others that he wouldn't really be likely to respond to them once he started working unless they tried really hard at it. He kind of hoped that they didn't though since he wanted to work on jewelry, to make a full piece if possible, one that he would be giving to Xarnith once it was done. If they wanted to poke at him come dinner time though he supposed that was something that would be alright, better then finishing up sometime tomorrow and realizing he was really hungry and needed a bathroom break.
Bisera's dark eyes scanned over the various piles in front of him, debating about where he wanted to start. First he would need two of the crystals that they had gathered together, one of the light blue ones that reminded him of Xarnith's eyes and one of the dark ones that reminded Xarnith of Bisera's eyes. Together they looked very nice he thought to himself, enjoying the manner in which they seemed to almost glow due to the way they reflected light. Finding two crystals of that were of similar size and shape to one another, setting them aside in a gentle manner, "The two of you will work perfectly." From there he went digging through the various spools of metal wire that he had since leaving over, inspecting them closely, and found the width that he felt would work well for the piece, setting with the pair of crystals. Now for the final piece that he would need for the piece, that being one of the janarim fangs. He wanted to find one that wasn't too big that it dwarfed the crystals or too small that it would be over shadowed.
A lot of thought, as well as a lot of thoughtful humming later and he set one of them aside, and after a little smile he went flipping through his journal to find the right paper, and from there he set to work on the piece. It was a slow going process since he wanted everything to be perfect. It wasn't just the piece that he was working on now but it could be said for everything he made. Somehow thought this piece felt important, like the most important, as he didn't want to make an inferior gift for Xarnith. Instead he wanted to make him something beautiful! He gave pause, a dreamy look on his face for a moment as he starred down on the in progress necklace, imagining Xarnith wearing it, sans a shirt, during his training. It had him flushing a little, his dark eyes glittering, "Oh... that would be nice." He murmured to himself before he got to work again.
The weaving of the metal wire, making a beautiful design out of it while also encasing the crystals in a pretty manner, was the hardest part. It was also the slowest going part but it would totally be worth it if it all worked out in the way that his sketched had caused him to envision it. He paused again, holding up the pretty crystals in their silver weave, giving a smile, "Yes, yes, that's nice." He murmured before he set to working on the janarim fang. It was something that he was careful about first polishing, wanting to get rid of any sharp bits that might be on it before the crystals were added to it fang, and the weaving of the metal wires continued.
At some point during the work someone, likely Xarnith if he had to guess, had brought him something to eat. By the time that Bisera noticed it the food was a bit on the cold side but he didn't even mind it in the least. To be completely honest he often ate cold meals because he got so into his work that he didn't notice when food arrived. One thing that could be said was that the dessert that Xarnith brought him was still present. Unlike with his younger siblings who would have stolen it Xarnith had left it for him. It was a meal that was polished off quickly before he was back to working on the piece.
Some time later, when he'd finished up with the piece he put it on a nice leather cord. Everything was tucked away into his pack, back where it all belonged, and Bisera crawled up into the bed he'd been leaning on. Without really even consider the fact that Xarnith was laying there he curled up to him and was almost instantly asleep.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 3:30 am
Growth Solo: Attempting to be a Salesman
(( Bisera has decided that he wants to sell some of his pieces even though it's not something that he'd done before. Its a very intimidating prospect and very much out of his comfort zone, but something that he wants to do. He feels its the first step toward being able to one day support himself with his own two hands. ))
Everything that stood there before him was intimidating to say the least. There were so many people, a lot of them left over from the tournament that just recently ended, along with various different Obans who lived in the area year round. Taking it all in had the blond man's heart thudding rapidly in his chest, making him feel for a moment as though he might very well faint long before he was able to set up shop. Alright, the first thing that he had to do was... was... observe! Yeah, he'd look around, take in the manner in which the smaller shops set up, and he would do his best to mimic them! Once he'd done that he would go around and try to find himself a spot to set up. He didn't need a lot of space since he didn't have a lot to sell, this was just a sort of... test run. A terrifying, ultra intimidating test run that made him want nothing more then to run back to Xarnith and beg him for help.
It was one thing to trade with a singular merchant like what he'd done to get the supplies and snaptrotter teeth in the past, but to set up shop was something else entirely. To do so he had to put himself out there, to have to put a real price to things that he made, and hope that people would think that his pieces were worth the asking price. It was probably the most scary thing ever, not knowing if he was what would be considered 'good enough' as an artist. He knew that he didn't have the same skills as his father yet, he needed many more years of work to reach his father's level, but that would come with practice. For the moment the level of his skills wasn't what was in question. No, what he had to worry about presently was getting himself set up and prepared for what was to come.
"Come on, Bisera, you can do this." He murmured to himself, hands lifting up to hold onto the strap of his pack, holding tightly to it as he started forward once more. He allowed his dark eyes to scan the area around him, taking in the way that the other merchants were set up. From what he'd seen there were three basic set ups, what he guessed all depended on the owners themselves. There were actual shops, likely for those that had a lot of goods to sell and the money to run a shop. There were those that had nice stalls set up, likely people who had been here a while but didn't want a full shop, perhaps? There were those that just laid out a blanket and sat on it, their goods laid out before them, which was what Bisera meant to do. Once he found a good spot at least... or, given the time of day, at least a decent spot. He had shown up a bit on the late side it would appear, making him wonder if the other merchants showed up before the sun. It was altogether possible, one had to show up earlier then everyone else if they wanted to pounce on a good spot. A lesson that Bisera would take to heart as he started forward once more, trying to get the thudding of his heart under control.
Walking along he took in the manner in which the merchants were calling out to him, as well as other passersby, trying to draw them in to sell things to them. Now that was a difficult thing to do, wasn't it? Bisera had always been a rather quiet young man, chatting with people one on one for the most part. The idea of having to call people in to his temporary shop was a little daunting, wasn't it? He found himself wondering if he aught to find himself someone to call out like that for him were he to one day set up a permanent shop. Deciding that it was looking too far into the future he decided to file that thought away for later. For not he would instead just take notes on what he should be doing to try to make today a success.
So after he found his spot he would need to set up shop and started to call in customers he would then need to... well, sell things. He'd traded them off before, gave them away as gifts, but he'd never really sold anything before. To make money from the pieces that he made was rather exciting as well as a bit frightening. The idea that he might see people walking around, wearing things that he had made, it was something that he'd love to see. Well, there were people that wore stuff that he'd given them, mostly his siblings and then Xarnith of course, but he felt that it would be different with customers. Giving out pieces as presents versus selling them to people, it would make seeing people wearing those people that much different in his mind. If was actually able to sell something he would want nothing more then to run right to Xarnith to tell him before sending a letter home... though he knew he couldn't do that either.
He couldn't just run off after selling one piece, not when he had many pieces that he wanted to sell. He wanted to sell as much as possible, especially while he was here in the middle of a huge marketplace where he could then in turn buy other things he might need. As much as he didn't admit it he was sort of looking forward to being able to buy things for himself, new clothing especially. Nothing he'd speak of out loud since it sounded a bit girly to want for new clothes to wear.
After a while of walking along he found himself standing in front of an empty spot, one that was nearer to the edge of the marketplace, and he decided that it was the best place he was likely to find. The next time he tried this he would have to head out earlier to get a better spot, but this would work for his first attempt at this. It might actually be a good thing for him, not setting up in the center of everything right away. That would have been far too overwhelming, so maybe being on the verge of the action would be better for him he thought to himself as he got out his blanket, shaking it out before he laid it down. From there he settled down on the blanket, placing his pack at his side, and started to dig out the pieces that he felt were ready to sell.
From where he was sitting the Wind Tribesman looked back and forth at the people that were walking by, swallowing hard. Alright, he could do this, he just had to find his voice and hopefully he would be able to get someone to turn this way and possibly look. His first couple attempts were him stumbling over his words or being unable to get the words out at all. It took him a bit of time to get used to the idea of calling out to people but with a bit of practice he was able to do so even though his heart was thudding hard in his chest the entire time. This was rather difficult, wasn't it? How did the other merchants go about this every day and make it look as though it were such a simple thing? He supposed that they were just used to it. They went out every day, calling for customers, while he was sitting in his room back home in Mez, working on enhancing his jewel crafting skills. He'd gone on this trip to get better all around so this was just a part of becoming great.
He could do this, would do this, and being here in Oba was going to help him out with that. Giving his best smile he lifted a hand, waving at someone that seemed to be looking his way, "Hello! Can I interest you some hand crafted pieces?" The pieces got some glances but the people continued on his way, making him worry. Were they not interested? Were the pieces bad? Were they just not the jewelry sort? Yes, maybe he aught to take stock of what those around him were wearing and try to draw the attention of people who were already wearing jewelry? If he did that at least he would know that they liked jewelry, right? Alright, time for another go at this, this time looking for the right person to try to sell to. After searching the crowd he spotted a rather beautiful woman with various, fancy decorations, and once he was able to find his voice he called out to her, waving her over.
Much to his surprise and delight the woman actually approached him and he found himself almost regretting it. She was a really beautiful woman, one that intimidated Bisera a bit as she took a knee in front of him, going through each and every piece with a very discerning eye. It was something that once again had his heart thudding in his chest, cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
"So, they are all hand crafted pieces then? You're alone so I take it that you're the craftsman?" She asked of him as she inspected one of the pieces that was made with snaptrotter teeth and a bright red jewel. She lifted her eyes, locking gazes with Bisera, as she waited for the answer.
He gave a nod of his head before before he said in a slightly embarrassed manner, "Yes, I-I made everything that you s-see here." She seemed to be a woman that knew what she liked, huh? At least that was what it seemed like to him the way that she inspected every little detail before setting the piece down, going on to the next one. It had Bisera shaking a bit, starting to question himself. Maybe he wasn't ready for this? Maybe he'd tried to set up a shop too soon? Vodyanoi had given him such compliments that he'd thought he was ready to do this, but maybe that wasn't right? Maybe he should have put in more time?
The woman gave a nod of her head, reaching out to pick up a two pieces that she'd already inspected earlier, looking them over again before she finally nodded, "Alright then, Master Craftsman, how much are you asking for the two of these lovely pieces?"
Bisera glanced at the pieces, thought it over for a moment, then quoted her a price... one that had the woman laughing merrily, going as far as to reach out to pet Bisera like one might a child or a puppy, "Umm... did I say something wrong?" He asked, his cheeks a bright red color now as the woman pet him in such an embarrassing manner.
"That is far too cheap, little pet. You seem to have put a lot of work into the pieces and surely you don't want to sell them for less then what they are worth? You're lucky that you ran into me and not someone that would buy everything up so cheap and sell them to others at a higher price. How about this, pet? I will buy this necklace for the price I know it's worth and you will give me the ring in exchange for me pricing everything else. That way you don't find yourself going home empty handed. Deal?"
After looking at the pieces that she held in her hands Bisera nodded, "Ahhh... y-yes... that sounds fair." He felt a bit ashamed that his prices were so wrong, but if she was willing to help him out then it was help that he would take. That way he would be ready for next time, "Do we want to begin now?"
Coming to settle down next to him the woman put her new jewelry on along with the stuff she was already wearing before she said, "Sure thing, pet, let's see about getting things priced correctly. The last thing I want is for you to go home to Sauti thinking that everyone in Oba is going to try to screw you over or something. That is the old Oba, not the new." With that Bisera's education on pricing in Oba began, lessons that would last the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. It was a lot of work to be had, but it would definitely be worth it in the end.
(( Word Count: 2116 ))
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 5:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 11:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 11:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 1:18 am
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 12:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 3:51 pm
Various Lessons
At this point in time Bisera wasn't exactly sure how many times he'd had swimming lessons with the kindly Matorian woman but he really felt these days as though he was really getting it. She'd even helped him out in pointing him toward where he could find himself some goggles. They were a super convenient thing, weren't they? They allowed him to see under water so he could gather clams far more easily when he went diving for them. On top of that he was able to see everything else that the ocean had to offer and to be honest it was all very beautiful. One of the new things that he was able to find and harvest small amounts of, so as not to ruin the beauty of the underwater landscape, was some coral piece. When dried and filed down they made for beautiful additions to his pieces and he was quite eager to start incorporating some of them right away... though he had to design the perfect piece first.
Such a rare and valuable ingredient couldn't be wasted after all, he had to design something perfect just for the coral pieces. That was something that he would think about once he got back though he told himself before surfacing, shaking his head, and pushed his goggles back, "These things are quite amazing! I can't believe that someone created such a useful thing as these. It must make things like fishing a whole lot easier." He said, working on focusing. There was a huge part of him that wanted to go back under water so that he could once more look over the scene that had been laid out before him. It was so lovely after all... but he wasn't here to get distracted, wasn't here for work, he was here for his lessons. He had to focus on said lessons. He was learning to swim for his own well being after all, to make sure he stayed safe while in Matori and other lands that were connected to the ocean.
The older women that stood before him, the one that he paid in various jewelry made for her children, gave a little chuckle, "The fishermen of the area that do dive for food are a fan of them. It makes spearing fish a whole lot easier when you don't have to guess where your target is. It also means getting a lot less salt water in your eyes which is never a fun thing." Something she knew from experience since she had been swimming since long before the goggles had come to Matori. They were one of those things that caught on fast because it made work a lot easier and made sure that they got that much more food for their families.
Lifting a hand up Bisera smoothed back his hair which was for the most part tied back in a tight braid and said, "I got some salt in my eyes before during our lessons. You're very right when you say it's no fun." If anything it was very uncomfortable and very, very stingy. That was something that the goggles helped to prevent though, allowing him to fully enjoy the ocean without worry now. He felt that with the goggles, so long as he was paying attention at all, he should be able to see if anything dangerous was approaching as well. The problem being that level of focus. He knew that when he got to work on something that a lot of the rest of the world sort of... faded away around him. Best that he focused so one of the many sea monsters of Matori didn't eat him.
The woman before him rested her hands on her hips, sizing Bisera up, "You've been doing very well with your lessons and seem to mostly understand all the fundamentals. From here on out it's going to be a lot of practice to get better and better at it. Practice makes perfect after all!" She gave a smile before reaching out and ruffled his hair in a gentle manner.
Bisera gave a nod of his head, "Alright, I will be sure to do a lot of practicing so that I can sharpen my skills. The ocean has a lot of resources and I want to be able to harvest all of them." Not only would he be able to fetch more materials for his work but he could also get more in the way of food to feed Xarnith. He wasn't sure why he was so interested in cooking these days, in the past he rarely even focused long enough on food to eat regular meals. It was something to do with Xarnith, that much he knew. He wanted to see him happy despite Bisera's many mix ups and as often as he wandered off on his own. He wanted to pay him back for everything that he did and he knew that he couldn't just load the warrior down with jewelry forever. He had to think of other things too.
Eating was important, it was something that was necessary for a person to stay alive, so it seemed to be the best way to win someone over. It was yet another thing that he was learning from his swimming teacher which went to prove that the woman was all around amazing! Giving a smile he turned to look over at her and said, "I had clams and lobster with Xarnith the other day! It went over well so I am looking for even more things to make for him." She'd lived in Matori all her life so she would know where he should go, what he should get, and how to make it. Yet another thing he owed her for.
"Alright, let's leave the water for now and we can see about doing some cooking lessons next. We will go to my place since I already have a bunch of ingredients on hand. Since you were able to make those two dishes easily enough maybe we can see about making him something more fancy this time." It seemed that the woman could see a lot more then even Bisera himself could, she could see the feelings that the oblivious boy had and was all for helping him to realize them. Cooking seemed to be a good way to aid Bisera and she meant to do just that for him.
Going to her place to learn new recipes was offer that had Bisera more then willing to leave the water even though there was that part of him that really wanted to go diving for coral and pearls. All of that could wait until another day. Today he would go with her for his next lesson, these ones being more cooking based. The more he could learn from her the better because it was really helping him to expand his out look on life as well as allowing him to see in more then just the tunnel vision that had lead him forward to this point. There was more to life then just jewelry and while it was a little late in life to learn such a lesson he meant to make the best of the knowledge going forward. The more he learned the more useful he would become, that way Xarnith would forgive him even if he ended up wandering off again in the future. Well, more like again and again and again but he was pretty sure that Xarnith was used to it all by now.
After tossing his goggles into his pack, which he scooped up and put over his shoulder, he was soon following after his teacher toward her place. He was excited to learn what it was that they were making today. Here was to hoping whatever it was would end up being something that Xarnith would enjoy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 3:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 11:10 am
Dizzying Thoughts
Bisera was on his was through the town, looking around for something a little different today. Normally the majority of the time that he went shopping it was for more materials for his work, all of which was then wrapped up and put in his bag, but now here he was looking for a new bag. His old pack had done it's best and held up for many years... but it had finally done what he always knew it would do, it's bottom had fallen out and everything he was used to carrying about ended up on the ground. Luckily it had happened at their room at the inn so he hadn't needed to worry about his things being stolen out from under him.
His poor bag had gotten patched up and he left it in the care of Xarnith who was far more intimidating then Bisera himself was back at the inn. The two of them having only split up because Bisera was heading to the marketplace where it was nice and crowded, not wanting to ever end up alone given the threat of the creatures called 'bug mages' that were harrowing those of Tendaji and possibly beyond these days. Bisera had no want to be taken by such things and Xarnith had been careful not to let such a thing happen, evening moving them into the city for safe keeping.
Spotting the stall with what he wanted to buy he trotted in that direction, looking over the various bags that were for sale. He needed something big, something tough, something with lots and lots of pockets to put stuff in. He wanted to make sure that this time around that he'd be able to carry even more stuff with him at all times even if that meant his bag getting that much heavier. In a way it might actually be worth it.
He could call it a form of strength training so that maybe he could... well, keep up with Xarnith. If he had more stamina, if he was stronger, would Xarnith look at him more instead of him getting distracted by Mano? The handsome Matorian was dangerous. Not physically, not in a way that said he would cause harm, but he was still dangerous. In a way that made him worry, made his heart ache a bit. Even when he got close to Xarnith, gave him attention and... and kisses, embarrassing things, the man still thought of Mano.
He was jealous, wasn't he? It was a thought that caused him to give a sigh, his cheeks coloring a bit. He was a grown man, one that was older then Xarnith, and as such he shouldn't be acting as such an immature child when it came to letting jealousy get the better of him. He understood that Xarnith... that he... slept with Mano before, on a couple of occasions even, and he really shouldn't let it bother him. Especially since he knew that it didn't define him. He wasn't going to run off to find Mano every time he felt the urge... though what if he just ran into him by accident? What if they both happened to be shopping one day, ran into each other, and things heated up? A thought that didn't sit well with the short blond.
Giving a sigh he shook his head and then looked down at the bags that he had been inspecting, trying to focus on them again. He had to find a bag, had to find the right bag, he couldn't let his worries get the better of him. He had to focus on the task at hand even if it was just a simple task. He shouldn't be angry at Xarnith, he shouldn't be jealous of Mano, he shouldn't be a lot of things because he was a grown up and he should very well act like a grown up. He was just... having trouble with it.
Finally spotting a bag that would meet all of his needs he lifted his gaze from that to look instead at the merchant behind the booth and the man asked, "Is that one to your liking, sir?" It seemed that the serious look on the man's face had been read as something other then deep thought.
Something that caused Bisera to flush a bit before he said, "Yeah, I think it's a wonderful bag. I would definitely like to buy this one. It has a lot of good features that will make it very useful to me. The size is especially nice." He felt as though he should compliment the man's work since it looked as though he'd upset the merchant because his face was so serious. It wasn't about the man, it wasn't about the bags, and he worried that was exactly what the merchant thought.
The man seemed to perk up, drinking in the compliments of his work, before he started to happily chat with Bisera over what the bag was made of, the price of the bag, and so on. There was no negotiations from Bisera this time as he was too worried over having insulted him earlier by accident. Instead he felt he should pay the full price to make up for that. Once it was done he thanked the man, saying that he would come again, before slinging his brand new pack over his shoulders to test it out. It was a great one, one that would serve him better then the last since it hung off both shoulders instead of just one. It would keep him from having a single aching shoulder after a day of carrying his stuff around at least.
"I thank you, this pack will serve me well." Bisera said, nodding to the merchant before he went on his way. Now that his task was done he found himself wondering what he should do next. He could always go back to the inn, back to Xarnith, though it might be difficult to do since it meant dealing with the fact that he still hadn't figured his own thoughts out. He still found his heart and mind clouded by the fact that he still hadn't decided what to do with his feelings. He was so confused by it all, by what he should do, what he should feel, when it came to Xarnith and Mano, together and as separate beings. He couldn't act like a child anymore, that much he did know.
Giving a bit of a sigh he started to move around the marketplace, taking everything in, trying to decide if there was anything else that he could do before heading back to the inn. Maybe he could look for more materials? The first ones to go into the new pack, perhaps? He could also look for something sweet to eat, that was also an option. They had a fruit in Matori that he rather liked, coconuts, that was good right out of the shells, dried, and even just drinking the water from inside. He could see about getting himself some of that to snack on before heading back to the inn. Anything to put it off for just a little while longer so that he could have some extra time to think about what he wanted to do next.
Xarnith had suggested going back to Sauti and there was a dark part of Bisera that said that it was a good idea. If they went back to Sauti then he wouldn't have any competition for Xarnith's heart. Was that true though? Was there a chance that they might run into that Darvish guy though, huh? That was yet another person that Bisera was far from being as strong as. As such he wouldn't be able to take the guy on to claim Xarnith as his own. So if they stayed in Matori then he might be stolen away by Mano, if they went to Sauti then it would be Darvish, so where should he lead Xarnith? To be honest he doubted that any land would be really 'safe' per say. He was a good looking man, a powerful one, and that meant that every land would have someone that would try to lead him off, men and women alike.
If he were a girl he was more then certain that someone like Xarnith would be seen as the perfect husband. He was strong, he could provide for a family, he would probably make beautiful children, and he was good looking. Bisera had seen many amazing people in his journeys, had sketched a lot of people and got a lot in the way of inspiration from them. If he had to say that he had a real and singular 'muse' though it would have to be Xarnith. A thought that made his cheeks color ever so slightly as he thought about it. No, no... no getting all distracted thinking about his muscles he told himself, not wanting his mind to wander that far. He was trying to think!
He'd see about stopping off to get his coconuts firsts. He knew that if he sat down, took a breather, and ate the fruit then maybe he would be able to calm his racing thoughts? First it was just Mano he was worrying about, the Darvish, not he was worrying about everyone. He couldn't very well think about everything as competition for Xarnith's attention and affection. He knew that Xarnith liked him after all. Why was he worrying so much? As far as Mano went it was to do with the fact that the stupid man was too handsome and charismatic for his own good. It made him dislike him all that much more, made him want to keep Xarnith away from him all that much more. He really was getting to be grumpy and jealous in his old age, wasn't he? Definitely a problem that he had to try to work through.
After getting himself some coconut, one freshly cut up, along with some of the coconut milk, he found himself a place to sit within the marketplace. He wanted to remain forever within the eye sight of other people just in case. He didn't want to risk getting taken away because he wasn't vigilant enough... and he knew that he wasn't. He was the sort that got distracted easily, normally by his work, but also by other things today. Who'd of thought that someone like him, who was normally only distracted so much by his work was now being just as distracted by Xarnith. He wondered if this was something that he should talk with him about? Should he tell him his concerns? Or would it make him look terrible to do so?
Maybe he shouldn't tell him all of it but at least mention his concerns? No, that felt almost as though he was lying he thought to himself taking a bite of his snack. What should he tell him? Maybe just that he wanted to become someone that was good enough for Xarnith? Xarnith's former suitors were powerful warriors, at least one of which was possibly dangerous. Was Xarnith better suited to be with a warrior that could have his back? Someone that was strong enough to keep up with him in all ways. It wasn't something that Bisera couldn't do, not when it came to anything battle related. That felt like something he could tell him, right? It wasn't that he regretted his choice when it came to his lot in life, he loved being a jewel crafter. That didn't mean that he didn't wish he could also do something more for Xarnith then just making him things... but then again that was what he'd ask of him, right? He'd asked him to make him that armband, right? An armband that he liked the design of.
He should do that. He should focus on the piece that he was going to make Xarnith, put his all into it, and maybe that would help? It he put all of his feelings, all of himself into the piece, he would feel better. He would be able to show at least himself that he was good enough for Xarnith. There was still going to be the issue with Mano though, huh? Should he talk to him? Should he confront him? The two of them could talk, Bisera could state his intentions, and tell Mano exactly what he thought about him. If seemed far more confrontational then anything that Bisera had ever done before in his life but for Xarnith he would do it. He couldn't very well duel with Mano to claim Xarnith for his own like in some sort of story book but at least he could do something through talking with the Matorian. Or would it make him seem like a jealous girlfriend?
So much to think about when it came to... well, everything. He supposed that when it came down to it that he should pick one thing to focus on. That one thing was going to be the armband for Xarnith. After deciding on that he tucked the rest of his wrapped up coconut into his pack along with the container of coconut milk. He bring his snack back to the inn, see about transferring his things from the old pack to the new pack, then he would get to work on the armband. Once he got that done then he would decide what step two in his incredibly overwhelming line of things he wanted to do would be. He had a lot of things he wanted to do, wanted to say, and at the very he knew what step one was, right?
Giving a nod at the thought he hurried toward the inn that he was staying in with Xarnith. He felt a bit more motivated now as far as everything went. He no longer felt as worried for at least the time being. He still had all the same feelings about Xarnith, Mano, and himself, but they were at least somewhat in check now. It had only taken some time and a lot in the way of his mind whirling around a hundred different things to get there. It had been a dizzying bit of time but at least it was over for the moment and he had a plan. He was going to make Xarnith the most amazing armband in the history of armbands! As well anything else he could as for... but the armband would be first! And it was going to be his best piece yet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 4:50 pm
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