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 Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 8:32 pm
"Hmm... Know anything... Bouncy? Fun? Nothing to add to the joy of fine foods rather than cheery songs, eh?" Fjord gave the artisan a broad wink as he popped another berry.
"Bouncy?" Rosinweed inquired curiously, before she shrank back a bit and pressed nearer to Sequoia.
"Mm, yep!" The bard chuckled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:41 pm
"Um.....Bouncy?" Sequoia thought, mulling over the word. "I haven't done bouncy much in my time. It sorta depends on the mood. Not saying that I'm not happy!" He quickly corrected. "I sorta just give what I feel. So, if it's not bouncy, I appologize. I'll try." He said, clearing his thoroat of the last remaining bits of fur.
Thinking, he thought of the berries and closed his eyes. It was the best thing he could do to avoid getting nervous. Basil broke from his group and flew next to Fjord, just in case.
"There..." Sequoia paused a moment, breathing. He had to focus on something, and opened his eyes to regard the bark of the tree at his feet.
"There was a lovely silver tree
With leaves made of gold
And amber fruits hanged ripe because
No one was so bold
The fruit was left untouched
Each night to each day
And what the fruit tasted like
No one could say
Until one day a little fledgling
Just able to fly
Spotted the tree of fruit
As he flew by
Without hesitation
He took a fruit with care
And ate it bit by bit
Leaving the core bare
The other Sentinels were aghast
Stopped the fledging before he could flee
And asked how anyone could take a fruit
From such a beautiful tree
The fledging response with a smile
Said it was a waste.
To have beauty go unappreciated
And suggested they have a taste
Despite the beauty of the tree
It had a purpose to
And needs and desire like the rest
And had it’s own job to do
Appreciate the beauty
Put don’t forget to see
That there is purpose to everything
Even a lovely tree."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:32 pm
"That's lovely, dare I say?" Fjord spoke only after he was sure Sequoia had finished his piece and he felt the time was right. He didn't want the artisan to think he was lying. He really did enjoy the piece and it sounded oddly familiar, yet original all the same. Sequoia seemed to have a wonderful way with words, which matched his unique and colorful personality.
"Have you heard it before, or did you just think it up? That is, if you don't mind a nosy thing like myself inquiring?" The brightly painted little aberrant smirked and his feathers fluffed as he relaxed further.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:00 pm
Sequoia perked out of his daze, having finished and having stalled to look up as he drifted away from his song and back to judgemental reality. Unsure, he slowly lifted his gaze, already about to prepare an excuse at the poor subject matter and the lack of a flowing tone, but was surprised if not very flattered by Fjord's comments. It was evident that Sequoia was happy for the good feedback and didn't give it much question, perking up as he listened.
"I heard something similiar, but I think the tree was a warning to Sentinels to not eat stray fruit incase it could make you sick and to be warned about pretty apperances. Since we wanted bouncy, I changed the song. So, I guess I wasn't entirely original. Sorry. The idea came when looking down at the bark and thinking of fruit. I don't think we needed a warning about poisonous food to get our spirits down." He said and gave a few little joyful hoots at the thought, somewhat embarrassed about his little confession of altering a fledgling rhyme.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:26 pm
"Oh, think nothing of alterations! It's done all the time! Stories are passed down, changed, renewed all the time!" Fjord admitted. Surely all knew that. Stories changed from bard to bard and it wasn't uncommon.
"Besides, that was good for on the spot."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 6:24 pm
The Artisan was glad for that, not wanting to be scolded for not being truely original. It was just the first tune that came to mind. He'd often reuse old tunes and give them new lyrics. Hey, if a beat was catchy! Especially if you couldn't get it out of your head.
"I think children's tunes and the ones I learned from my youth are the songs that stick to me. I haven't been to the Theather, so I'm sure I'm far from being updated. I don't even know what's acceptable or grand for a bard to do. Can't say I've hanged around to many." He said, giving a little preen to his shoulder as he thought about it. He mainly dealt with customers and whatever small passing chats he had. He liked talking, but most of the time, his customers talks of very little. He did like talking to the bards, who were usually very well spoken, great speakers, friendly and usually had a song in their words as if each word was a new song for them. Still, it was usually talk of the weather or recent graduations that he talked about. Nothing much to do with proffessions. Dye jobs didn't last taht long to get too much into specifics and talking too much would break concentration or make his customers move too much that it jepordized the painting.
Looking to Fjord, he stopped preening himself. "So, honest opinion, any potential? ...Char pretty much said I had...well, he didn't go into specifics. He mainly said I was a lot of work." Sequioa didn't know what to think of this but his gaze shown he wasn't offended by it. Still, it was hard to say Char's name. He still felt the old bard had done something wrong and pretty much unforgivable in his opinion and it was a rare thing for Sequoia to hold a grudge.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:52 am
"With a bit of practice, I think you'd do swell." The bard nodded with approval as he tossed another berry into the air and caught it in his beak. Probably not a lot of work, but at least some would be required if Sequoia would like to perform for others in the forest.
"Still, your artisan skills are absolutely wonderful, wouldn't want to give that up. Perhaps it would be a side thing, barding, during moulting seasons." He motioned towards Sequoia with a nod of his head, indicating the beautiful sheens of gold that covered him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:42 pm
Sequoia looked around to catch what Fjord was indicating before he noticed he was pointing at his dye work. "Oh, OH yes! I could never give that up. Don't think I could ever stop being an Artisan. My heart's too much into it and I'd probably get a good smack from Rosemary if I stopped my proffession. My teacher would be furious with me if she caught on to that. Oh no. I don't think I could be a full bard, but I'd like to give it that honest Brigadier's try." He said, puffing up to show he was up for that challenge, even though he probably wasn't taking into consideration that he would have to do this with a much larger audience.
In better spirits than he had been day's previously, he breamed back. " And for you're help, I'll return it to you honestly! I'd be more than happy to give you a dressing of dye when the new season comes around." He said. He believed in favors for favors and would exchange Fjord's services for his. That and he would even feel honored to do it. He was quickly warming up to the bard.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:32 am
"Half bard ain't bad, as a part time task. Nothing ever cheers the mind like good song."
That usual smile was tugging at the bard's beak edges, but this one was purely genuine, not one for show. "That's mighty gracious of you, Sequoia! My my, I bet you could give these wings of mine even more luster."
He parted his wings from his body, not only to show off the previous dye once more, but to look them over himself. He was quite partial to the preen and blue mixture, but who's to say his artisan friend couldn't improve on it, or just do it better all together.
Rosinweed shrank back at the display, at first startled, but quickly settled down and fluffed her feathers. "Pretty, already. Pretty, Pretty." She murmured in an attempt to be polite. She had a strong dislike for bold colored paints. A splotch of green o red here... That was bad, unless it helped to blend more. Those bold colors, they were just a beacon for the Sky Fiend.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:19 pm
Sequoia nodded with Rosinweed, suddenly aware she was there and feeling very ashamed for noticing he hadn't noticed her as often as he was prone to do. He very much liked to keep her involved in conversation as much as he could since she recieved so very little from Sentinel's other than Sequioa himself. It seemed his best intentions of aiding in more familiarity with other Sentinels and adding a grain of sand's weight more trust to other Sentinel's had once against been a good natured goal that had, due to Sequoia's ditzy nature, had been lost to his weak concentration. (Medic's had yet to get the concept of ADD. Elder's called it stupidity and the outcome of a lazy generation. Older Elders, still not nearly as old as The Brigadier, said this was the outcome of all the evils of the new generation's willingness to put up with things like loud bards and different type couples. It was divine punishment or a sign to scare their grandchildren to listen to their elders more often else they wouldn't be half as smart as most people. Luckily, most of their grandchildren weren't paying attention.)
"Yes, the blue and green's suit you." Sequoia aggreed. Though the Artisan had only met Fjord for a short while and had not seen him when he had other dye work or been 'natural', he still got the impression that the design now seemed very Fjord-ish.
He huddled closer to Rosinweed, knowing she disliked dye work that wasn't tradiational. It was probably why she didn't speak to too many bards (aside from the other Sentinels she didn't talk to, which was everyone else). He knew it was the 'noticable' aspect of it. Rosinweed hated noticable, or more specifically, was scared of it. She always seemed worried about his own dye job and it always seemed to take her a bit of time to adjust to each new dye work he did each season. This new color was something he fancied and he had done it several times in a row now and felt he would do it next season as well. Still, he knew she didn't like the yellow. Maybe he could find a less yellow yellow to please her.
"Well, I guess it's settle them. I'll try being a bard, though I wonder if I should go back immediantly to the Theater. I'm not very into the idea of having any angry rebuttles. Maybe I should wait. I'm not one for aggression....though I probably well deserve it." He said, thinking of all the claims he shot out of his anger and passionate hatred for the subject use.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:00 pm
"Glad you think so. A few thought I was going daft, what with painting so brightly. Thought I shouldn't make myself stick out mroe than I already did."The Muse chuckled as he watched Sequoia scoot closer to Rosinweed, who seemed to shrink as she mimicked his actions and sidestepped towards the artisan.
"Mmm... Why not wait until tomorrow night... Or even the night after? Just until the fog of anger and confusion clears a little bit." He suggested and his eartufts lifted slightly as he spoke.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:35 pm
"You think that's enough time? You certainly must have a very cheery group or else I hold onto my moods too long." He said, smiling a bit about his own nature. He HAD sulked for a few days. Then again, when he got into a mood, he really dedicated himself to it. It didn't seem to work that much for grudges though.
Thinking about it, he really much liked to give it a few days...a week... a year sounded nice and maybe if the weather was nice and he was passing by, he would slip by.....or not. The thought of angry glares really got to him. Still, his eyes looked up to Fjord and he wondered if the bard would be twice as angry with him if he didn't and avoided the Theater after he had been so nice to give him a critique of his singing and offered to help a bit. (Did he offer to help?)
"I suppose I will. I guess if I don't, you'll be coming here again. I'd rather you'd visit because you wanted to . I'd feel too much like a scolded fledging if you came again to tell me to get my tailfeathers over to the Theater." He said, giving a light chuckle at the idea of seeing Fjord as an angry Teacher.
"I guess...tomorrow night would be good." He said, giving a little hopeful gaze to Fjord, you know, in case he wanted to come with him or meet him t here.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:27 am
"If you think that is too short of a time, don't hurry yourself." Fjord replied softly, but with a smile on he edges of his beak.
"I wouldn't mind getting together, outside of the business, I mean. Doesn't have to be all work. You know the saying! All work and no play makes for a dull sentinel! Perhaps we could go for a hunt or something in a few nights." The aberrant seemed to beam at Sequoia before dipping his head to preen a few stray feathers.
"If you are up for it, that would be fine. I can fly with you, if you wish."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:22 pm
“Oh, that would be divine. Those would be great. I mean, hunting would be swell or if you’re talking about meeting up at the Theater, that would be perfect. I’m actually relieved since showing up would be a bit awkward and when I get awkward I tend to just stutter a lot and then that just leads me to not saying anything at all and then what’s the purpose of coming to apologize when you can’t get a word in?” Sequoia said, suddenly spilling a long sentence out. Breathing deep, he became sheepish. “I mean, either one would be great, or both, not that if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have lots of things to do. Busy bard like yourself. Performances and all that. But whenever you want to go out, that would be great. I mean, you know where I’ll be. Um.. I’ll be here that is.” He said, to clear things up. He didn’t want to not be around when Fjord came. Sequoia was abuzz with the prospect of going out to do things. Usually he just meet up with people for a chat, but no one really invited him to do much. And as much as he loved Rosinweed, she didn’t….go out. It was a sad fact, but he wasn’t about to push it on her and he wasn’t holding it against her. True of the matter was, after the incident, he usually just worked and met up with the people he already knew. Visited Rosinweed for the most part. Nothing much aside from that.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:33 pm
The sudden spill of words from Sequoia's beak caught the bard off guard slightly, but he nodded and smiled as his new friend spoke.
"Hmm, well, is settled then? I meet up with you at the Theater tomorrow? How about we go hunting after, to lighten the mood a bit? Or it could be another time if you prefer... Or we can hunt tomorrow and later in the week. I'm game. I'm sure the Matron would like a little contribution from noncombatant tasks at the platform. I don't think I'll be busy four or so nights from now, what with the performance winding down a few nights ago. So, I can take a little time off, should be fine."
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