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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 4:53 pm
 Nervous.
Scared.
Sick to his stomach.
Morkin had never felt such things. Hell, he rarely allowed any emotion other than "obedient" enter his body when he was moving toward the Harpies. But now, now he was scared out of his mind in a way that he never thought would ever happen. Taking a deep breath, his chest puffed out slightly, before lowering with a quiver, his green, sharp eyes closing from the world as he tried to get his emotions in check. What if she didn't like it? What if she thought that he wasn't good enough? Shaking his head, Morkin opened his eyes. He had to think positive. Had to believe that she would approve and be proud of the progress he had made in the past couple weeks of work.
Eyes now holding slight determination, Morkin leaned and picked up the small metal in his mouth. He put it in a bag that he had put around his shoulder and neck, resting against the opposite shoulder. Nodding once more, the stallion set out, his hooves feeling heavy. He moved slowly, and yet at the same time quickly, toward the nests. Letting his green eyes flicker, Morkin moved up toward where he knew she would be. For some reason, Morkin had memorized where the Harpy usually was. He didn't like when he may need her, and she was no where to be found.
Moving up to the nests, Morkin shifted around a few trees, chirping a greeting and bowing his head every now and then when a Harpy appeared. But when he got to her nest, Morkin took a deep breath, and gathered his nerves. He stepped forward, to where he would be in the sight of the female. And when he saw her, his nerves came rushing back. She was a stunning mare, tan in color, with soft white markings. Her mane of feathers and hare was bluish purple, reminding him of the slowly waning evening sky, growing a bit darker before turning to the golds and dark blues of night. The bells that adorned her body always made his heart seem to sooth down, to calm itself and relax. Letting a small smile shift over his features, Morkin's head dipped down in greeting, his voice soft, but no longer wavering from nerves.
"Good evening, Mistress Aquilina. May I perhaps be graced with your presence for some time?" He asked, eyes flickering up to lock on her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 6:25 pm
It was an indolent day for Aquilina, and she did not allow herself many. Only a mild injury kept her roosting today instead of patrolling or practicing. She'd pulled a muscle yesterday and was letting it rest. When she was just on the cusp of marehood she'd often pushed herself past healthy endurance and suffered the consequences for weeks after. Now that she was a little older she knew how to pace herself. There was a time for action, and a time for stillness.
Idly, she tapped a claw against one of the bells that fastened her scarf. It rewarded her with a lovely ringing that brought a smile to her face. The metal was such a beautiful gold, and the thinness spoke of luxury. A glimpse of movement caught her eye and she looked up from her bauble to see Morkin standing there.
"You..." Her head tilted and she regarded him with proprietary appreciation. "Is this a social visit, or did you need something?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 8:27 pm
 Morkin's voice seemed to catch in his throat. The way she looked at him, he could feel his knees grow week, his want to bend to her very will growing strong. But he shook the thought from his mind. Just allowing himself to falter would not be wise. He came here for a purpose, and though part of it happened to be just to see her, the other part screamed at him to show his work, and get her input. His want to please outweighed his want to bend to her every need at this moment. Shaking out his mane, Morkin took a step forward, before he bowed his head gently. "Pardon the intrusion, Mistress. I am here for both, if that makes sense. I have brought one of my first works in progress to see if you have any input about it that could help me improve."
Was he rambling? Morkin frowned some, before shaking his head again. He tilted his head, bending his neck, before pulling the piece of metal from his pouch. He took a gentle step forward, before setting it down in the nest before him. The metal was thinned but not thin enough to be light and elegant. It was slightly off shape, though close enough for his work in the past couple weeks to be a great progress and show his shockingly natural craftsmanship at the task at hand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:11 pm
Aquilina perked up curiously. He was already producing trinkets? He was a fast learner indeed. She immediately peered down at it as soon as he set it down. She gave off an air of intense focus and looked it over with care. She started to smile, composed herself, and then allowed it. He tried so hard, this one. It was no masterpiece, but she could see raw potential there. She didn't want to praise him too much and have him grow lazy in arrogance, but she was pleased with his efforts nonetheless.
"It's not bad." Her praise might not be impressive, but she had a twinkle in her eye that suggested more. "I don't know if I'd wear it, but I'll keep it as a token." She stroked it, almost possessively, with one claw. "That is... if it is intended as a gift." Teasingly, she glanced at him. "Is it a gift?" This one was endearing when flustered, and she hoped she could achieve it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:01 am
Morkin's eyes flickered, watching her with an almost fear, but more so anxiety. What if she didn't like it? What if she said it was no good? A billion negative possibilities ran through his head, and only one good one seemed to linger in the back of his mind. His tail gave a slight flick, and he shifted to watch her. The stroking seemed to be a good sign, as did the slight smile she allowed to grace her face for a few seconds. Morkin caught it though, his green eyes usually seeing everything he needed to. His heart gave small skip of a beat, before settling down in his chest.
When the Harpy mentioned it wasn't bad, he seemed to relax some. He let out the breath he had been holding, and let his eyes flicker to watch her. He knew it wasn't really adornment material. It was still a little rough, but her keeping it as a token made his heart swell with pride and joy. But when the teasing started, Morkin flushed slightly under his pale fur, and let his hoof scratch at the ground a bit as he tried to get the words to come out in his head. "W-Well.. If it would... If you would like it, of course, Mistress. I was hoping it would be... worthy, of your approval." He said, eyes locked on the lovely mare before him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 9:41 pm
Her words had the desired effect. The stallion was stammering like a filly on her first hunt. Her claws wrapped around the trinket and held, as if it was his heart that she grasped instead of a shaped piece of metal. She did like her jewelry and adornments. She was starting to realize that Morkin was one more adornment that she greatly desired to keep for herself as well. He didn't have claws and barely had feathers, but he was like the trinket he gave her, roughly shaped, but suggesting of greater things to come.
"Well then, it's mine." She locked eyes with him and the meaning was plain. He was hers as well. She turned her head slightly and heard the soft jingling of the bell locked in place behind her ear. She almost asked him to make a bell for her next time, but that would probably be too optimistic to expect of his growth. Soon he could make her bells. Not yet.
"And how long did it take you to make this one?" she asked, casually. How many hours of his did she now hold?
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:01 am
Morkin's eyes flickered lightly. He watched her, watched as she moved, as she seemed to stare at the trinket. Everything about her was so enthralling, so hypnotizing, he felt like he was nothing but a colt once more, waiting for the praise that he would achieve so that he could feel better about himself. But this... this was deeper than that. Gulping back the slight lump in his throat, Morkin waited. He could feel his heart pounding so hard in his chest, he could have swore she could hear it. But he said nothing, just watched as she seemed to be pleased. Flicking his tail lightly, Morkin's eyes lowered. What if she really didn't like it, and was just teasing him?
But when he looked up, he saw that stare. Morkin felt like his heart had stopped, like he had died for a moment, and then it kicked back into shape. Staring, he listened to her words, and his ears shot up straight, pointing toward her with attention he wasn't aware he could muster. He held back the smile, but it came through without his knowledge. And though it wasn't goofy, or big, it was something obvious. He had an almost heart-warmed look on his features. Taking a slight step forward, closer to her, Morkin dipped his head down, in a sign of respect and submission toward the Harpy.
"Thank you, Mistress.. I am happy that you are keeping it." He smiled gently, before lifting his head a bit. Morkin's eyes were lit up more than they had been in all his life. "That piece in particular... three days. I was still getting accustomed to the tools that they had built for me, so it was a slow process... I am hoping that since I have adjusted more, the next one will be a bit swifter in the making, and more lovely." Morkin said, his voice soft, a small quiver to it, be it from excitement or his contained joy.
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