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Coel was doing his usual thing. He was making strands of beads, feather ornaments and many other things to be worn by the pride's members. He made practical things and decorative, helped with hammocks when the time came, but really he loved making jewelry. He just loved making things, being busy. Of course the more beautiful lions he saw, the more he had to make things for them. There were some very beautiful lionesses among the Artisans and when he saw them, he just had to make things for them.

Coel's latest target for impulsive gifts was actually a sister to one of his previous ones. He did not know if Hewne even knew he existed, but she was gorgeous, and her fur gave him such ideas for things. He had started sending them to her through her older sister, whom was his friend. The priestess had found amusement in her half sister's gifts, mostly because it mean Coel was no longer doing such a thing to HER as much. The male really was good at overworking and over gifting, but that was what made him so lovable.

Coel did not look up from his work as he continued to string beads and teeth from various creatures onto the strand. He actually had some phython fangs that he had recovered from someone. He had heard from his friend that her mother faced a rock python and lived, so he had gone searching for the bits of the snake that were around. One of the pride had had the fangs from it hung up and was willing to give them over to Coel in trade for something nice for his mate to wear.

Coel had offered the fangs to his friend, but she had refused and shook her head. She apparently thought a bit of the skin was more than enough for her to have of the creature. And so the male had started making a very elaborate necklace for Hewne with them. She was a beauty and he wanted her to have this symbol of what her mother had done. The male just hoped she did not take it the wrong way and think he was insulting her with them. "I am working on a gift for Hewne daughter of Clermelli-Pie."

Coel was too busy to afford looking up from his work. The female did have his attention, but he could not give her too much of it or he might mess up his project. He despised having to rip anything back apart and redo it. Corrected failure was still failure and the male did not believe in failure when it came to his crafts. He might be a little obsessed with what he did, but it was what made him so good at what he did. There were many members of the pride that had gotten the new blood male to make things for them because of his obsession.

Coel had a very good eye for details and it was fed by an passion with perfection that was near scary levels to some. He forgot to eat a lot of the time and there was more than one night he just did not sleep because he was thinking about what he needed to finish once the light came back. His brother spent a lot of time reminding him to eat and sleep and fretting over the blue male's health. The crafter believed his brother just worried too much. "She is a beautiful lioness and deserves beautiful things, especially since she is a dancer. I hope she will like these big fangs... they are special fangs."

Coel shook his mane and kept working. Each bead was placed ever so purposefully on the strand to offset the fangs just so. "She is beautiful, and I am sure she knows this. Why would I tell her what she already knows?" The male did not see the logic of stating the obvious to the lioness. Beauty was something that everyone could see, why would one go around pointing it out and insulting others' intelligence? Besides he had work to do, he was certain there were many other males admiring the female so he did not need to go do so when he had project to work on.

"Oh she will never come looking for me, I am sure. Her sister Ezili is my friend and kind enough to take the things I make for Hewne to her so I might keep working. There is always another project to do... if there were not my paws would shrivel up from lack of use!" Coel was a firm believer in idle paws being a bad thing. He could not understand how his brother was able to keep happy without constantly doing something. Traveling had suited Coel just fine, and probably been his least obsessive time in his life, since they were always moving forward and seeing new things.

Coel put a few more beads into place, the colors he was using were blues and silvers to match the lioness' fur. He did a pattern of every other one so that it would appear to be striped like the lioness as well. The male hoped that when it was put on it the strand would shine, but hide in her fur to make the fangs look like they were practically floating. He was so focused on what he was doing that it took a moment for the lioness' words to sink in. When he did get their meaning, he paused in his work, blinked and finally looked up at whom he had been holding this conversation with.

Coel was at a loss for words in Hewne's presence and looked a bit bashful as he put his eyes downward. "I...I-I... sorry... Are you here to tell me you do not want any more gifts? Ezili is my friend, but she even asked me not to give her so much." He should give her a proper introduction at least, even though he was sure she probably already questioned her sister about him. "I am Coelestinus, I see you, Hewne'stxeli. I did not mean to offend you." Even while looking all bashful and stammering, he was still stringing beads.

Coel was quite relieved that Hewne was not coming to ask him to stop making things for her. And so he put his head down for a moment to make sure he had not messed up his pattern while he was not looking at his work. The male realized two things when he looked down. One was that he had kept the pattern correct and two was that he was nearing the last bead to be put on the strand. He quickly put the last few beads in place and finished off the necklace. "I am glad that you like the gifts... I do work for others, but not like what I send you..."


Coel smiled a little. "I used to give things like this to Ezili, but she does not want me to give her so much... she is my dear friend. I know I do not know you... but I would like to." His idea of getting to know someone still allowed him to work while talking to them, though. It did not occur to him to mention this to the lioness. "Here... this is for you... the fangs are special... one of the brothers in the pride was willing to trade them to me... they came from a python Clermelli-Pie brought back from a hunt."

Coel blushed when he saw the lioness' smile. She practically glowed in his eyes and he was certain he should get back to work so she did not see him blushing. "I am glad you liked what I sent... and that you like this." He had looked down at his paws to avoid her gaze for a moment, the embarrassment at her compliments all too clear. His eyes crept back up at her last words, though. "I... you want to watch me work? I would like that." This female was beautiful AND interested in what he did? Ewya must be smiling on him. There was no other explanation!

Coel's own brother didn't really take an interest in what he did. His brother was always pestering him to stop and take a break to eat... but this lioness that Coel thought was the most beautiful creature in the world wanted to watch him work, as if she found it interesting. Maybe he would take a break from crafting to watch her practice dancing sometime. It would be worth the lost work time to see that. Oh yeah, he was smitten, but he certainly wasn't going to admit that to anyone.