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 Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:26 pm
It had been a quiet day for the Ars Lilium Mononoke known as Graveyard. She wasn't restless or bored and contented herself to making the main product of her shop. Tiny to large Dream-catchers littered her small home as she sat upon a stool rolling leather over a large ring of shapened metal. Her hands danced over the metal ring in fluid practice motions as she hummed a soft tune, airy and full of cheer.
Her familier sat beside her, resting his head on his paws and bright blue eyes intensely watching for strangers. Oddly enough, Graveyard shared the same traits as her familier in more ways then one. Both we're of the black wolf species after all, Gray found it endearing that her magic had formed ehr familier to be a partner to hers and her magic.
She moved from wrapping the leather around the ring, tightening it with glues and tying it before beginning the long process of stringing a design into the dream-catchers netting. As she did so, dull reds and purples flashed in the strings, dying the colors into the thread like material so that her magic infused into the catcher. She did this each of her products, though each one was meant for a different protection. Charming objects since she had been a young wolf had been a talent of hers. Beyond the black ears and tail, her tribe always thought of her as a wise woman. Infinitely more knowledgeable about magics.
She continued to hum as a slow vision flowed into her mind, the shadowy figure of a majin soul glowed in her purple gaze as she saw her visitor to come.
"It looks as if we will have a guest soon Savage." She got up from her stool and patted the wolf on its head before unlocking her doors. Whoever the guest would be, He would be interesting and in need of her charms. For what brought a person to a dream-catcher shop then to protect themselves from their dreams?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:48 pm
Birthday's were a pain in general. Every year he'd have to wrack his brains out, trying to find something unique and special for Phil. This year there was all the more reason to, seeing as the were both turning nineteen. After the last eighteen years of books and plants, this year there had to be something unusual out there that Phil could appreciate the thought behind the gift as well as something that would fascinate. So, tramping the streets of Moonfall he was out to find that elusive gift that he couldn't find elsewhere. He'd rejected too many things already, demeing them inappropriate or just downright wrong.
He was more than ready to give in until something caught his eyes. A round hoop with a crisscross of string within, shaping it into something like a spiderweb. He'd seen them somewhere before... But where? And weren't they called dream catchers or something like that? They were supposed to filter out bad dreams and only allow the good ones through? EIther way, there was only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door to the small shop open, stepping into its dim interiors.
Dream catchers of various sizes and colours hung from everywhere, each one unique. Lifting a hand, Theo reached out to touch one of them, admiring the beads that sparkled when the light hit it, the simple beauty of the whole object. He turned to look for the owner of the shop, his gaze resting on a mononoke woman. A wolf, if he was right. Just like Kia. But unlike Kia, her hair was dark and faded to white tips, decorated with feathers. Leather cords criss-crossed her wrists, A dream catchr hanging from her waist. Her eyes were a dusky purple, reminding him of the twilight. They were piercing and full of wisdom, making her look much older than she probably was. She was clearly an Ars Lilium, judging by the familiar that watched him with unnervingly blue eyes from near her. The floor was scattered with various materials for making these dream catchers, from the leather used to bind the hoop to the beads that decorated the fine lines within to feathers of various shapes and sizes. It was truly a strange place.
"Hello? Are these dream catchers?" Theo inquired, his blue eyes darting around, trying to find one that had Phil's name written over it in big, bold letters. He was pretty sure that Phil would love this. Theo probably could use one himself. The nightmares that kept haunting him had returned with a vengance after a long hiatus, now visiting him nightly and making him wake up, shaking with fear and covered with sweat. He had told no one about them, and he still couldn't bring himelf to confide even in Phil. It was his problem, and he wasn't about to let anyone else find out about it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 11:58 am
It hadn't been long to Graveyard when her vision had come true. She watched with darkened eyes as a traveler entered her shop. A younger witch if she wasn't mistaken, though not so much younger then Gray herself. Savage rustled under her, his head popping up with a dangerous rumble of a growl beginning before Gray hushed him.
"Quiet Savage. He is our customer." She patted the wolf on the head before looking back at the younger man and smiling softly. "Hello there, You've come to me in the middle of a mess A-yo-li a-tsi-la.(Young Fire)" She recognized the small blue flames of power trickling from him before looking around and nodding. "Yes my friend, There are dream-catchers in here." She picked up the one she was working, looking down at it before look back at him. "There are dream catchers, there are protection charms that ward from dreams, their are ones that allow healing while sleeping." She pointed to each and every dream-catcher, "There are some that do more then just catch dreams." She nodded before sighing, "But that's not what you ask, nor are you seeking is it?" She came over to him, ear's moving slightly as she stood by him before sniffing at him like a wolf would. In truth, she was a wolf after all and relied on her wolf sense's as much as she did her human ones.
"You seek one for your Di-na-da-nv-tli(brother) and one for yourself?" She nodded in approval, at his gesture. A gift had more power when given out of love and Gray could see that the A-yo-li a-tsi-la(Young Fire) was intent on that exact purpose. She walked around the shop as her familiar continued to watch the stranger with careful eyes. "Don't worry about the wolf over there, He doesn't take well to strangers after all." She looked carefully at Theo before reaching for a medium sized dream-catcher. it was decorated with dyed blue leather and black strings. Light tan leather also bound its way around blue layer, the pattern inside was a stringed to resemble that of a fishers net, crisscrossing in diamond like shapes. More leather dangled at the bottom, bright blue, tan and black beads decorated it with white feathers. She held it out to him, "What do you think of this for your Di-na-da-nv-tli(brother)?" She placed it on a table so that he could see it better, "Any of these that you find subtle would work for your Brother no? However for you, I think we might have to make a special one for you." She tapped her lip in thought. The boy exuded malicious aura of deformed dreams, a sure sign that he was plagued by something. Though Gray was an expert at the world of dreams, to protect oneself from their own conscience took the balance of magic and hand crafted dream-catcher. It had been awhile since she had a customer so.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 9:02 am
The soft growl that welcomed him wasn't particularly reassuring, just as the way those icy blue eyes regarded him. But the woman herself didn't seem particularly intimidating. Not from the way she moved. But her strange looks led him to one conclusion: she was very probably from one of the nomadic tribes. She didn't look much older than him, but her eyes were filled with the knowing of someone who had seen many people come and go and lived a life beyond one's imagination.
Her use of her native language made it a little difficult for him to understand, but he knew enough of it to get by in a conversation. It unnerved him however, how she knew that his magic was that of fire. Not many people could tell right off the bat that he was a fire witch. However, she more or less confirmed his beliefs about the charms that were scattered all around him, a delicate spiderweb of thread and just a hint of something magical. Dream catchers. Gently, he lifted a hand to touch one, his fingers sliding over the taut thread that crisscrossed over it to form an intricate pattern, a few carved beads hanging and finished off with a feather.
At the mention of his brother, Theo stiffened. How did she know so much? He'd only been here for two minuted at the most, and yet it seemed as if she knew exactly why he was here. However, she did seem to know exactly what he was looking for. He admired the delicate craft as she placed it on the table. It screamed Phil's name in a way he had yet to encounter with any one object. Even the most treasured volumes on herbs and potions he had given Phil were not as appropriate as this. "It's beautiful." The reached out to lift it from the table, admiring the way the strings seemed to catch the light and reflect it, turning from black into a silvery colour.
"Myself?" Theo was startled when she mentioned him. "I'm not sure I need one really." He answered, too ill at ease to pretend that he would have maybe liked one. However, when she mentioned making it himself, that made the idea even more appalling. The woman seemed to know exactly what he needed, what he wanted, why he wanted it. It unsettled him to know that someone knew so much about him even though this was the first time they had met. She definitely took perceptive to a whole new level. And Theo was someone who prided himself on his ability to read people, or at the very least, understand them. Even if he didn't sympathize very much. People called him ruthless, but he didn't care. He was exactly that. Just like fire.
"I think I can get by without one." Theo decided. Bad dreams or no, the woman unsettled him very much by how much she saw into him. He had a feeling she knew that he was lying, but he didn't particularly care. She was too perceptive for his comfort. Far too perceptive for him to even feel remotely comfortable. And despite what the mononoke had said, the wolf wasn't exactly comforting to have around.
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