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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2018 2:22 am
 To say that he was excited was an understatement. It had been days since he had first began to make sure of his discovery, marked mostly by the morning he had been confident enough to share his findings with Twilight. At her urging, he had continued to monitor his experiment. She'd even been willing to help him out, testing various hypotheses and checking on their favorite tree when he was unable to.
Her help was invaluable in coming to a single, exhilarating conclusion: Elan could count the hours. He could replicate and predict the height of their tree's shadow. So by extension, he could do the same for the sun that traveled across the sky. And that idea - that he could offer the Weaver's passage itself in a convenient, easily readable mode for anyone to use...! The possibilities thrilled the young tah! And the skip in his step bore evidence enough.
The problem, of course, lie in how. He still had to bring his discovery up to someone who could actually do something about it. And to do that, he would have to find some way to present it to them. Elan couldn't just...go up to Elder Siraj and ask him to tag along to his favorite tree in all of the Crystal Wood, would you please, because I'm about to blow your mind wide open? The male snorted at the very idea, a rueful smile curling across his deep blue muzzle. No, he needed a way to go about this whole thing respectfully. Elan puffed out his chest, crystal-blue and shining yellow scales tinkling from a prideful little shake. Professionally. The Lord and Lady would be much more likely to distribute his discovery to all if he could only prove how amazing it was!
That fluffy golden chest-fur deflated, just a little. He just...had to find a way to do that. Some way to present it that would make his experiment absolute and amazing to a pair of the most impressive woven Lights in all the Prism. He'd...well. He would find a way to do it somehow. Stubborn determination suffused Elan's sunlit gaze. He had to. For Science!
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 10:46 pm
 Illuminata spent a great deal of time in her home district, certainly, for that's where her workshop was, after all. However, that didn't mean that she couldn't wander anywhere and certainly she did, for a great deal of the time she spent her time wandering outside of her district on the lookout for fallen scales that she might be able to use in her various art pieces.
In the Prism District in particular, she found a lot of paler scales, as was to be expected, she supposed, for the guards posted nearby where the color of light itself. There were always rather interesting b'alam she could meet in the capital too. The capital was unsurprisingly, a happening location. It wasn't just where the healers could be found, but also innovative other b'alam with discoveries of their own. It was in the Prism District that she herself had been inspired to create her Unity piece, so she wouldn't be surprised if others had similar revelations of their own.
As per her usual routine, she had two bags on either side of her back and spent her time walking around the paths of the Prism District, picking up fallen scales. She picked up whatever she found and would inspect them for quality and shine when she returned to her workshop at the end of the day. For the meantime, she was content to do this much.
One of these days, she thought, she would have to come out with her sons and have them model some of her jewelry pieces for her. How else would others know she was a jeweler in other Districts, if she did not advertise? She was so lost in this thought that she did not think to look where she was going and so when her paw caught on a root, she toppled forward into a another b'alam. She had the mind to move close the tops of her bags before any of the scales she'd collected spilled out, but she still stumbled forward.
"Oh dear me, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed once she had found her footing. Looking up at whom she had toppled into with an apologetic look, she found her eyes meet golden eyes that nearly matched her own. She blinked and then took a few steps backwards. "Are you alright? Shall I fetch a healer for you?" She asked with great concern in her eyes. WC: 402
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