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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:45 pm
(Takes place after Reckoning) The territory was quiet for the first time in... ages. No, not that long, but it did seem awfully empty without Sanguine and their two darlings. She could hardly believe that they would be ready to graduate soon. Despite the empty feeling, it was nice to finally get some alone time, and Honeysuckle decided to wind down by dealing with a few neglected tasks. She had continued to take care of a select few customers after having her darlings hatch, but she had to plan everything more carefully and make sure everything was fledgling-proof.
"Feather," she called, "lower the baskets."
Her Mus scurried up the tree trunk and a few moments later a tightly woven basket started to emerge slowly from above.
"Stop," Honeysuckle called when the basket had reached an altitude she deemed suitable, "Next one."
She removed the lid and started to investigate the contents, only stopping to give Feather additional commands until the Mus had managed to lower two more baskets to a height she could easily reach.
Some of the pigment pouches felt a bit lighter than she liked and she made a mental note to send word to one of the few apothecaries she trusted to give her the quality she wanted. She always traded for dry pigments and mixed the dye herself, just like she had learned from Beetlequick, the old featherstyler that had guided her into the task.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:54 pm
Ginnala had been considering maybe getting the tips of her tail feathers dyed, or maybe the inside of her wings so that it didn't show when she was sitting listening to the other Sentinel in the woods. She wasn't immune to the womanly desires to be pretty. Not that she'd admit that to anyone, except maybe the featherstyler. Maybe some swirls in white or cream, nothing that would stand out too much. Amur flitted quickly behind her, chirping excitedly to be visiting another Sentinel. The Parus was easily bored by himself with just Ginnala.
While she loved nothing more than to listen to the Clan's gossip, she hardly ever gave any out of her own. She had heard very good things about Honeysuckle here and there, and had decided to check it out for herself. If she felt more inclined to gossip with the featherstyler, maybe other Sentinels felt the same way. This way, she could stir up some tasty information for herself without giving too much away.
Ginnala landed softly on the edge of Honeysuckle's territory, giving a hoot to let her know the Watcher was here. Amur belted out a little tune, chirping his little heart out. Ginnala hushed him with one wing, nearly knocking Amur off the branch. Hopefully she was here. Ginnala's feathers fluffed excitedly, and she preened them back down with an eagerness that betrayed her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:05 pm
A visitor? Lovely! Honeysuckle willed the pigment pouches back into the storage container and gave her feathers a quick preen to look her absolutely best. A friendly hoot announced that the Featherstyler was indeed in, and that Ginnala was welcome to enter the territory.
Feather seemed agitated by the visitor and the little critter scurried up the rope that held the closest basket.
"No Feather," Honeysuckle said absentmindedly, "Stay here. Leave the baskets down. "
The Mus had learned not to mess up its master's feathers by climbing on her. Master had said "stay close" so Feather climbed down and perched awkwardly on the edge of the basket.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:21 pm
Ginnala hooted to Amur quietly, telling him to shut his little beak and keep his ears open in so many words. She flitted up off the branch and into Honeysuckle's territory, planning to be as polite as possible. The Watcher listened for the Featherstyler, noticing her by the shiny object around her neck and pretty blue eyes. Landing a branch away, Ginnala bowed her head slightly out of respect for the Featherstyler's task, and then looked up, smiling.
"Hello, Miss Featherstyler." Even though she had heard Honeysuckle's name, she would rather the Sentinel introduced herself. A small quirk of Ginnala's, she was always a little nervous to display how much she knew to strangers. Sometimes it made Sentinels more wary of her and less likely to spill any bits of information Ginnala may find necessary to defending the Clan. All for the Clan, of course.
"My name is Ginnala, I was hoping I could discuss a possible small featherstyle for myself." The Watcher nodded, that was sufficiently polite. Maybe more polite than needed, but better to be overly polite than rude.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 4:04 am
Honeysuckle bowed her head in response and at the same time silently evaluated the female before her. A Deep Woods just like her, looked well bred, very nice plumage from the looks of it... This was a female who cared about her appearance, and that was a good thing in Honeysuckle's book.
"Ginnala," she said and smiled, "What a lovely name."
It was a genuine compliment, and not too long ago the Featherstyler would have sacrificed her primaries just to be named something better. Her own name was so... so regular. And boring. There were probably hundreds of Honeysuckles flying around in Noctua while Ginnala sounded fresh and exotic and unique.
"I'm Honeysuckle," she said, "Honeysuckle the Featherstyler, but do call me Honeysuckle."
There was only one ‘Honeysuckle the Featherstyler’. A flash of colour caught her eye and she couldn't help but to admire the dye on the Parus.
"What a lovely dye job," she cooed, "Tell me, who painted your Parus? Did you have something similar in mind for you?"
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