[Field Class] Baskets 101 (Over)

[TiH Thera]

Thera sat at the edge of the lake, dried reeds in large colorful piles surrounding her. Reds, blues, yellows, greens, purples, oranges, white, black, all colors seemed present, thin strips of grass dried and ready for a variety of uses. She even had a basket of colored threads, bones needles ready for use. It was coming close to THAT season. The harvest season, when the pumpkins were ripe and large and perfect for the future plans of the horsemen.

Perfect, for the cultivation of the next generation of FEAR.

The word was not limited to the horsemen, students, citizens, all were invited to take part. After all, protection charms sometimes broke. Life and unlife took unexpected turns. Many knew that pumpkins could happen. Why, there were even rumors of ninja pumpkins a few years ago... But Thera was a horsewoman. A weapon's master. A mentor. She would try to educate not just her people, but all on the importance of being ready. Of having your pumpkin basket woven pre-harvest.

Wings folded behind her, she murmured to a passing famine soldier, asking if they could please make room for her guest and partner for this lesson. There would be an overstock of their supplies, and in the art of underwater basket weaving, (or even normal basket weaving), skimping simply would not suffice. Each basket must be just right to protect the little bundle of FEAR that would pop in time.

Students, horsemen, and citizens were invited to sit on small blankets supplies laid out, yet if touched Thera reminding them to wait.

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OOC: Sign ups for the class are now open! Please just post who of your characters are attending. As stated ponies, students, and citizens are free to sit in and participate in the class. To get Thera's attention, just quote iStoleYurVamps

 

[TiH Thera]

[SIGN UPS ARE OPEN AND WILL CLOSE TUESDAY AT MIDNIGHT EST]  

[ramenli]

The last thing that Soren wanted, or needed, were baskets. He didn't intend to knock up any mares, and really didn't have a use for such nonsense.

On the other hand, as a gag gift? Baskets would be perfect, and his mind was already deviously thinking of various people to gift these too. Pretty much anyone in Conquest would work with their noses in the air. Yes, this was a class he might just enjoy.

He sat down easily in the midst of the supplies, giving the horsewoman leading the class a nod. He didn't know her, but anyone willing to teach a class like this was obviously comfortable with er, sharing Fear, so perhaps he should get to know her a bit better.  

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth's instincts were that not showing up to this particular class would put him in extreme danger.

He was trying his best to look enthusiastic, and attentive. Family, herds, and very decidedly pumpkins were something Calder focused on with terrifying laser accuracy. He was not oblivious to the fact that Calder wanted at least a dozen, to start.

Barth did not mind scarelings, in a general sense. They were in the same realm of minipets, which he was also mildly fond of. They ran about, and took care of themselves, and were generally harmless.

He had not, considering his family history, been keen on having any demons of his own of any make, shape, or variety. Kelpies were fine. He could (occasionally) contribute to Calder having several dozen of those. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could do to tip the scales in his favor, but he had always been very excellent at Fear control, if not much else, and hoped he might be able to skew the pumpkin-related results.

This did not seem like the sort of class with information about that, however.

At least there were blankets.

MoonKitsune

Baneful

 

[Smerdle]

Mmur had always enjoyed the antics of children. Oddly enough, he could no longer recall what it meant to be one, which was probably why he still resembled the flightiest of them in everything but appearance. In all fairness, he had been taking on more responsibility lately without being prompted to, but more had quickly turned into too much, and the soldier found himself dozing off at the oddest times, only to wake up in the middle of a basket weaving class. Or above one, as it turned out.

He yawned as he blinked down at the group forming near the lake, smiling when he saw who was leading them. It was Thera, Mistress of Field Trips to the Insanity Zone and Champion Butt-Toucher. Mmur swung out of the tree he'd been napping in and took a seat on the shore, reaching for the yellow and orange strips until he was told to stop. He folded his hands instead, watching the strips with unwavering intent. No one was going to prevent him from weaving a sunset basket. No one.  

[MoonKitsune]

Toshihiko Two

Baneful

Calder was there. Had been there. Would have been there with a sleeping bag and some carrots if he knew about it earlier. Instead, he was eager and sitting right where he could learn the most, and beside Barth to make sure he did well. He should, after all, since he would be a father with him. Despite not expecting Barth to take on the energy of young kelpies who tended to run and buck around at all hours, he did feel he could probably keep a pen in the lab for him to vaguely watch and also keep him in charge of nap times. Mostly, he expected to take care of all the scarlings he was planning, and that was AOK with him.

Despite having been in a mood for over a month, he seemed a bit like his old self in a class like this, and smiled as he looked around, waiting for the teacher to show up and start. He wondered if he could make several baskets and if there were any special techniques. Being near the water also made him think of when he was a little colt.

"Makes me think of the spring ceremonies back home. Everyone gathered at the river's edge to set their baskets in the water and watch them pop, and then seeing if the little scarlings could make it to the water's edge." He sighed at how adorable the image of a lot of wobbly-legged kelpies were when he was old enough to see.  

[Baneful]

Zar wasn't sure why he was there. He'd come along mostly out of curiosity, but the moment he sat down - away from Barth and Calder, off on his own because he didn't want to intrude - he felt desperate and awkward. Knowledge was knowledge though and that was how he justified it to himself. Knowledge. He knew nothing about the process or scarlings themselves short of that his time as one had been lonely and fraught with expectations he couldn't live up to.

He curled his wings and tail around himself like a blanket of his own and - resting his chin on the linked wing-claws - he just watched.

Moonkitsune

Toshihiko Two

 

[MoonKitsune]

Baneful

Calder looked around and noticed Zar. It was hard not noticing the large-winged incubi, and once he spotted him, he waved - frantically. He continued to wave at him until he waved back, and if he did, he would point to the free spot beside them. If Zar didn't, Calder would continue waving at him.

You would wave, Zar. He would make sure of it.  

[Seussi]

Shaheen showed up, landing from up in the sky with a flourish of wings that she didn't bother to fold behind her quickly, using them to knock the backs of the heads of a few of the other horsemen and students alike in the nearest vicinity, before after a few steps they began to fold in behind her, neatly and as out of the way as they could get. They weren't nearly as wispy today as they had been on other days, a testament to the oftentimes tenuous control she had learned through the used of distortion, though it helped that Medea had done something to lessen the whispers as well.

Her golden gaze swept through those present, and landed on only one recognizable form. She parked herself next to this burly and gruff appearing death horsemen and flopped to the ground near him.

And then she simply stared at him, with her chin propped up in one hand, what could only be described as an amused smile playing gently along her lips.

She seriously had nothing to say. She just wanted to be an off putting nuisance.

ramenli

hi let me bug your stallion for a minute

 

[Baneful]

Zar tried to courteously ignore Calder for a bit. His initial assumption was that the boil was probably trying to get someone else's attention. When the waving continued however, he stared until finally succumbing and waving uncertainly back. When Calder gestured to the spot beside Barth and him though, the Incubus blushed, at least as close to as he could with black blood, the markings under his eyes more vividly outlined. He was stricken. On one hand it would be rude to decline the offer, on the other he really didn't know if he belonged near both of them during a class like this.

In the end trying to explain that he couldn't seemed like the more anxious and flustered option and with passive resignation he sat where he was told asked.

Moonkitsune

Toshihiko Two

 

[MoonKitsune]

Baneful

Toshihiko Two

"Hello, Zar." Calder said, looking ahead before looking to both boils on either side of him. "I hope you two are good at basket making. If she allows it, I plan to make a few." He glanced at Barth knowing full well he knew of his future family plans. Zar, however, was a surprise.

Turning, he smiled at him. "So, didn't expect to see you here. How many scarlings do you want?" That had to be why he was here.  

[Baneful]

Zar froze and gave Calder a deer in the headlights stare.

It lasted quite some time.

"I..just...I.. erm.. I.." he cleared his throat and tried again, there was no improvement. "I was ...just...researching the erm...the..process??"

He tried valiantly to hide in a combination of wings and tail.

 

[MoonKitsune]

Calder looked at Zar and then his shoulders hitched as he covered his mouth, hiding the large smile and stifling a laugh that was trying to escape. Pressing his lips tight to trap the sound, he then said in a tiny, high-pitched voice of restrained. "You're a incubi and your parents didn't tell you about the pumpkin patch?" He managed, covering his mouth again.

When he felt he had a small window to talk again, he removed his hand only to say. "That's adorable."  

[Baneful]

"My parents didn't want competition did they?" he snapped back irritably, ruffled by the implication, he'd gleaned various snippets of information here and there from general knowledge but no one had ever sat him down and explained anything in full.

He really wanted to just get up and walk away again, there was nothing he hated more than to have his pride slighted, especially not in front of other demons. "And I thought it was already established that I am the worst Incubus in existence?"

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth cleared his throat. "Incubi prey on specialized emotions. Making scarelings is a different process. Although, err, a certain amount of synchronization is err, helpful. I've heard."