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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 10:49 am
And yet today, he had found a surprising amount of focus. It became like a game from the time he found the first feather a few hours ago. The feather had been unusual, that's why it caught his eye, he couldn't pinpoint it to any particular male or mistress he remembered. Now it was the centerpiece of a little chain of fallen feathers he had wound together from tall grasses and weeds into almost a necklace of sorts. At least he could say he was somewhat creative, he had a lot of energy to expend. Tem was itching to be finished with this project, though, and there was only one other horse he needed to do so.
Clutching the chain in his mouth, he looked around for his cousin. Hopefully he hadn't disappeared off with the artisans or whatever it was he did when he was gone. This was important. "Moriiii?" he mumbled around his creation, careful not to ruffle it too much. He needed one of Morkin's feathers. Or, well… if his cousin was unwilling to donate, he supposed he could settle for an owl feather, instead. The young stallion grinned and scanned the area again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:19 am
 His training finished for the day, Morkin had left the Artisans Guild. He wandered quietly back toward the safe zone, nodding his head toward any females he passed to show his respect to them, before stopping to look around. His ears perked, and his mane shifted a bit over his eyes. The stallion shook out his head, causing the red locks with pink feather adornments to shift and settle in a more comfortable way, before he moved forward once more. The training was vigorous. He had been trying to spend all the time he could within the guild, wanting to learn as best as he could, though it was hard for him to do so, since he had other things he needed to do as well. He wasn't going to fail this. It was his dream now, and it was going to happen.
The stallion moved easily within the safe zone, before dipping his head toward the ground. He had skipped his lunch today, and needed something to nibble on. Grass was the best choice, of course. He ripped up a bit of the green blades from the ground, chewing it easily before swallowing, and moving to another patch. At least he had something in his stomach now. The screech from above caused his ears to perk, but other than that, Morkin didn't respond. He felt the feet on his back, and lifted his head, grass still in his mouth, to look at the owl that had been his companion and look out since he was a foal. Qulaz let out another noise, her wings beating, before she calmed down and just perched there.
It was then that Morkin heard his name. Well, his nickname, from his cousin. He hadn't seen the dred locked male in quite some time, it felt like. Shifting to turn toward the entrance, Morkin finished off the grass within his mouth, before moving forward, green eyes flickering, before locking on Tembrook. A slight smile shifted over his features, before he moved forward to meet him half way. "Good afternoon, Tembrook." Morkin said, his voice changing from how he addressed females.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:47 am
It might have been because he knew no other owls, but Tembrook liked to think he could recognize Qulaz's screech from other bird's. The call split the air and his ears flickered with the beginnings of excitement. Certainly if she was around, so was his cousin. All it took was a quick turnaround to see that he had been right. Somehow he had missed it, the other stallion coming back into the area. It didn't matter now, though. Part one of his mission was accomplished.
"Hey, Mori!" he greeted once they'd met in the middle and he'd dropped his creation, for now, safely across his talons. "Qulaz." The guardian got her own little nod, not to mention a grateful smile. She was an awfully bright thing, probably smarter than he was, and he appreciated her help. "Sorry, did I interrupt? You were eating, huh?" He had just barely caught a tail-end visual of his cousin's head dipped low to the grass. When he took the time to think about it, he had been so caught up in his game that he hadn't eaten since early morning himself. Soon he would deal with that, but for now he was more concerned with scoping out how well Morkin had been since the last time they spoke before delving into 'you and your lovely feathered lady friend should donate to the cause.'
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 11:56 am
 Morkin's eyes flickered along his cousin. He had always admired him. He seemed so spontaneous and happy. Maybe it was just Morkin's thoughts, but the other was someone he was always comfortable with. He nodded his head at the greeting, causing his red bangs to fall back into his face once more, before letting out a small knicker of a noise, his eyes falling to follow the movement of putting down the trinket. His head tilted curiously, staring at the chain, letting his mind wander about what it was for, before he looked back up at his cousin and let a slight chuckle slip from his throat. The owl looked at Tembrook, letting out a slight cooing screech, before ruffling her feathers, and ducked her head under one wing, aiming to take a slight nap while the two stallions talked.
"Yes. It's fine though. The grass isn't going anywhere." He stated with a slight laugh, before making sure to hold still for his owl. He watched Tembrook curiously. He seemed on edge. Excitement, probably, and not fear. His head tilting some, he lowered his head and nosed the chain of feathers that Tembrook was collecting, before lifting his head to look back at his cousin, eyebrow raised curiously. "What's this for? Are you collecting to try and gain favor of one of the Mistresses?" Morkin asked, seriously curious.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:52 pm
For a good long moment he had been watching the owl. She had always amused him; it probably had something to do with the way she could soar so freely overhead. How cool would it be to be able to fly? Although, now that he wasn't a colt anymore, he came to understand that even the stallions with wings couldn't fly. When Qulaz looked ready to nap, Tembrook tipped his head back to his cousin, grinning at the laughter. It was nice. Morkin had always been the more serious one, more dedicated, probably better off. So, he had to admit that he enjoyed it when they could just stop and talk and smile like they weren't so old now, after all. Sometimes he wished growing up wasn't necessary.
"Very true. And it's good, since I'm getting pretty hungry. I'd be sorely disappointed if the grass walked away while I wasn't looking." His laugh was easy and comfortable, despite the fact that it probably hadn't been his best joke. That was alright, his cousin's curiosity distracted him before he could even think to be sheepish. "Oh, this thing?" he muttered, catching the other stallion's eyes when he rose back to full height. Now that he was asked, well… he wasn't honestly sure. It had been such an accident, really. One little unusual feather had sent him off on hours worth of scouting the safe zone for feathers other males or even mistresses had shed. Eyes flickered to the side as he tried to come up with a reason. "Well… maybe?" It could be for a mistress. He hadn't thought of that. Shortly, he wondered if Mohana would like it.
"Do you think it's good enough for a mistress? I just kinda threw it together, you know?" Carefully, he lifted one claw, bringing the chain up off the ground with it. "I found one feather and just kept going. Wasn't even really thinking about it. Maybe I shoulda made it with something nicer than grass, but I don't really have any materials for that."
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 1:07 pm
Morkin's eyes flickered over the jewelry that his cousin held. He vaguely listened to the talk about eating, before tilting his head, taking on every small detail. The feathers, the grass. It was lovely, and put together rather well, considering the material. His mind worked over where all the feathers came from. He could pick out the ones from the more well known Harpies. He also vaguely thought he saw one that could belong to Qulaz. But, his mind was quickly taken over by the other stallions words. He knew he shouldn't get his mind taken over by his thoughts that easily, but it just happened. Distractions weren't a good thing. He flicked an ear, smiling lightly toward Tembrook, before nodding his head toward the safe zone, and turned, walking quietly back within the area, his head lowering a bit to sniff at the grass. With a slight quiver of his body, he turned back to Tembrook, locking eyes with him.
"I think it looks nice. All the feathers seem to compliment each other, and weave together easily. You are creative enough to think of such a thing. It would make a great decorative trinket for one of the nests." He stated, nodding his head simply, before leaning to nibble at some of the grass. He still wasn't sure why Tembrook had came to him with the little string of feathers in the first place, but that was for his cousin to ask him. For now, he was content nibbling his grass, and thinking it over. If Tembrook did give it to a female, there was a likely hood that his gift could boost him up with the Harpies, and possible get him to be a favored pet. His head lifting, the stallion's eyes flickered up, staring toward the sky. He let out a slight sigh, making a small prayer to the Great Mother, before turning back toward his cousin.
Morkin smiled toward him once more, eyes going a bit light, before he let a small chuckle erupt from his chest, shaking his head. "Why not go to the Artisans Guild? You probably could have asked for a small bit of silver or gold in a string to put them on." He stated simply.
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