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Scoria wants to make sure those who come for her stones are capable caregivers for new foals. In order to do this, she wants you to bring her a unique - but safe! - toy for a young foal to play with. Consider it payment in exchange for the stone.
Draven had returned to Homewood as his supplies had worn out. He had herbs to gather and water to refill. His food supplies weren't the best either, so it had been time to return from the barrens. Shaking his head slightly words had also gotten to him that an Adept had created a strange stone. One that Attracted young foals to the noul whom bore the stone. While he himself didn't see himself caring for a foal at this time, but he would certainly do his best. "So what are you going to do? Going to answer the request?" The blue and white Jack Hop asked over his shoulder, "If you do, what sort of toy would you take? I don't remember you speaking much of your own foal-hood."
Draven was looking around the small grove they had come to a stop at and it seemed that this was going to be their campsite while they stuck to Homewood. Glancing back towards his companion, the one creature that would know him from back then... Well.. from his adolescence anyways. Fresh out of his foal hooves and itching to find the part of him that was no where to be seen.
"Not much to remember. There weren't too many fun things about my past." Nah, there was mostly lessons. Combat, survival, basic Medicine. Most importantly the draw of his other half that his father insisted was implanted into his being before his own birth. This Draven didn't think this was a true fact, but it was hard to tell with the shoty memory he was facing.
"Father was always hard on me while I was small. My mother on the other hoof, she was the one who gave me chances to play. One thing I do remember were creations that could fly through the air on a string."
Bluebell tilted her head as she dropped off his shoulder and reached up to pull the strings on the basket and bundle. Both tumbled to the ground, the basket just plunked and the shelter bundle rolled a little bit. Stowing his things beside a tree, tying the fabric that a branch as a marker as the dark color stuck out against everything.
"Something that flies on a string?" Bluebell questioned, more to herself then anyone else, She hadn't heard of anything like that... Besides one thing that it might have been...
Hopping off, Draven watched her go, he didn't know what had come over the Jack Hop, but he had other things to look at. Finding a couple light sticks, ones that were hollow in center. Cattail reeds were the best he could find, pulling a couple he split them in two, well more or less. He was returning to his things when Bluebell returned.
Bluebell came back with a large fern leaf in her teeth, looked like one that would cover her as a blanket. Draven placed the sticks on the ground in a cross shape. He had dug out the thin twine from his pack. He wouldn't be able to tie the pieces together. This is where Bluebell came in handy, while she wasn't as good as a Scuttle Scale with their thumbs. But they made due with what they had. Tying the sticks together, Draven placed it upon the leaf and pulled the edges over the ends.
Bluebell chewed off the extra around the edges before Draven walked over to one of the nearby trees. Placing his horn on the tree, he reached into the tree to pull the sticky substance from the veins within. When there was a good glob on his horn, Draven walked back over and trails it over the leaf letting it act like a glue to hold the leaf in place. After that another piece of thin twine was tied to its center with a good length to hold onto.
"These are what my mother and I always made. They were fun back then, perhaps a foal today would like it too." He nodded before picking up the toy from the ground as Bluebell got back up where she belonged.
Giving the toy to Bluebell afterwards, stepping through the trees, he headed to where the Adept was staying. Getting there he stopped and glanced at Scoria before presenting them with his contribution.
"Never anything wrong with a foal experiencing the joys of flight, even with their own hooves on the ground." He said before looking back to the Adept, hoping that this would be acceptable in means of a safe toy..
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