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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2020 3:04 pm
Mielikki had moved to the outskirts of the bog, it wasn’t the ideal place to live and wasn’t as beautiful as her home near the ruins. But she had moved on and that meant to the bog. She still had quite a bit of work to do, but while doing so she had been cultivating new sorts of fungi she’d been discovering in the bog and in the outskirts of Homewood. After all the adventures she had, meeting others and now rising in power, Mielikki found life a bit lonely.
Travel into Homewood had brought news of a new stone created by a fellow artisan, Scoria. It was said the stone could attract abandoned foals. How sad that there was abandoned foals in Vykeli. Of course some probably had parents that died, like herself, and that was unavoidable. Mielikki reflected on her encounters with the tiny doe, Specterdust and her adept vision quest at Grandfather Tree. Perhaps it was time to consider bring in a foal or two to raise and teach in the ways of the nouls and Vykeli. While she didn’t know a lot about the other gifts, she was knowledgeable in botanic and fungal. She mused over the idea for a few days and decided to give it a go.
Scoria wanted noulicorn who were interested to bring a foal safe toy to prove themselves. Alright then, Mielikki thought, what do I have in my stash that could be turned into a toy? So she pulled out her stash of oddities and laid them out. It’d taken several trips and some help to bring her things to the bog, but here they are. She picked up different items and inspected them, putting them down again to look at another item. One caught a glint off the sun light and she glanced over at it. It was the whisk from her adventure in the ruins with the other nouls. It was an odd contraption that she had no idea what the Others used it for. It was all thin pieces of metal wound together for a handle and then separated into a type of egg shaped cage at the end. This seemed promising.
Setting aside the whisk, Mielikki carefully put away all the other items for another time. She took the whisk and went outside to sit with it and maybe sketch ideas out in the ground. She stuck it handle first into a pile of carefully collected stones, so it’d stand upright. She toed a rather round rock while thinking, but realized quickly that the rock sounded hollow and rattled. Well that’s curious, she thought and toed it around some more. Could she make this strange object rattle? Do foals like noise makers? I could try and bake some clay around the cage, but it could break...maybe weave leaves? Might dull the sound. I could combine them. Let’s try that. So Mielikki carefully coated most of the whisk in clay. It was tedious without any help but she was going to do it. Once done, she set it out to dry while she went and collected thick but narrow leaves. She was sure she saw some. The weaving was harder than the clay to do. Note to self, look into a familiar for assistance.
The clay had dried nicely and Mielikki picked up the pebbles she had gathered, one at a time, and placed them inside. She covered the hole with some clay and allowed that to harden as well. When it was all dry for the second time, she picked it up and shook it gently as first, the rattle was there. She shook it harder, the rattle was great and it held up too. So she wrapped the woven leaves around it and secured it. It was simple but well made she thought. She shook it again and the rattle was still there and the whole thing held up. Let’s see if this meets Scoria’s approval, Mielikki thought. She carefully packed it into her bucket and headed into Home wood to bring it to her. It was a nice walk there but she managed. Scoria seemed to have a busy day, there was a bit of a line of other nouls hoping to get a stone. But Mielikki was fine waiting, when it was her turn, she set her bucket down and pulled forth the whisk rattle that she made and set it before Scoria. Mielikki watched as Scoria picked it up and shook it, she breathed a sigh of relief when it held together.
“It’s a rattle I made from something I found in the ruins, I also used sun baked clay, pebbles and woven leaves. It’s predominately just a noise maker. I’m sure a foal would enjoy it.”
Scoria nodded and smiled, then set the rattle back down. “I approve. Foals do love to make random sounds, whether themselves or with help from a toy. Here, a stone for you. May this toy bring a foal joy.”
WC: 835
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ll Grandfather Tree ll generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
4!
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2020 6:33 pm
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ll Grandfather Tree ll Vice Captain
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