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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 1:10 pm
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For all of Theriar's tracking skills, it might have been a bit difficult to find Trelenwy's little cove based solely upon direction. She lived in a little shack set back on the beach and beneath some trees for shade's sake. She had to escape high tide, after all. Her home was not in a cluster or a main traffic area, however, instead existing on the outskirts to allow for farming. As promised, however, there were a few large wooden poles sticking out of the water in rows. Oysters clung here for careful farming and were assured to have a good quality of life as the water girl tended to them, taking their pearls and leaving their lives. Oysters, after all gave better pearls as they got older. Her farm was still small, though, and took careful gathering and monetary planning to keep up.
As for the moment, Trelenwy was waist-deep in the water, harvesting and growing her pearls for the day. She was entirely intent on this task and didn't notice the sound from the town or the passers-by. She was placing pearls in one submerged bag and taking small bits of debris out of another to insert.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 4:21 pm
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She smiled and shook her head. Of course they weren't pets!
"No. You can." If Theriar wanted to, he could gladly name the big green one. In fact, Trelenwy was pretty sure what oyster the hybrid was talking about. It was rather large, and though she knew better, she hoped that the pearls it produced would be comparatively large.
She motioned for Theriar to join her then and sank down a bit. She lifted an oyster from the water and used a flat blade to prop the shell open slightly. From her pack she pulled a little fragment of shell in a rounded shape and pushed it inside the oyster. She let it close, and put it back.
"That's it." Pearl cultivation wasn't all that interesting to others, but at least the pearls were! "Not ready yet." She gestured to the whole area. She'd just recently harvested, and now she had to wait for a new batch of pearls to form.
From this close, it would become obvious that Trelenwy was only wearing a crop top that ended above the water and a pair of legless bottoms. It wouldn't do to ruin her good clothes, after all!
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 4:47 pm
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Irridium? That was a complex name for a pretty non-complex creature. Whatever Theriar wanted to call him, though!
"Don't have to," she assured the man. You didn't necessarily have to kill a creature that had stopped bearing pearls. You could just as easily let it go to live out the end of its days in peace, or even keep it around. Trelenwy wasn't sure what she was going to do with them all yet, but Irridium could be allowed to live.
The work was rather peaceful, and where some might find it tedious, Trelenwy found it interesting.
She turned once toward the shore, shook her head, and reached under the water. Once more she produced a shell, but this time she offered a small round stone to Theriar. At least, it looked like a stone. In reality it was a bit of crushed shell. Sand could usually be spat out, but biological things couldn't. She wasn't sure why.
She offered the tiny piece to Theriar, and then propped open the shell slightly with her tool. She was rather deft with it, all things considered. Clearly she had had practice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 5:40 pm
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Trelenwy beamed at him. It was nice to have someone who agreed!
Her companion's gaze was suddenly drawn away, though. For a moment she feared it might be a predator, but she followed his glance and it was only a little fish. Some of them were as beautiful as rare menk, and some? Some were just fish. This one was too fast to see.
"Fish," she said, "Fish, yaotls, pipla, sirenns... lots of things." Also large predatory creatures, but they generally didn't come too near to shore and she certainly didn't want her new friend to run away scared and never come back into the water.
She shook her head then. "No. Eat littler fish, maybe. Or teeny-tinies."
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