A drawing of a fierce cat kelvic could seen on the Miria's bed frame alongside a mural of a boat alone at sea with two small indistinguishable people alone on deck and even a picture of Skyglow hold itself with the complete with the observatory deck and all. Though crude and on the whole only largely appreciated Miria she was considering drawing Honey on the bed frame this afternoon. If somehow she can get the rambunctious hare to stay still. “Your growing up into quite the daring young hare Honey. Going to make all the lady hares swoon as you proudly strut your stuff along the wastes any day now. Hard to believe you were but as small as my hand earlier last season.” Pushing aside thoughts about drawing the erratic hare Miria went to clearing her room of whatever clutter a lone stag could make.
That said the Coolwater as usual was left with nothing to do gazing wonderingly outside her arvinta. Whittling at what looked to be the next batch of arrows Miria quietly wondered what to make of her new recent findings of the Icewatch. In their own way the image some of the members of the Icewatch had were bordering on mythical to Miria as she would see them making their everyday patrols. Her assumption was much closer to the truth then she expected. “Magic. All this time. You show up in the oddest moments of my life you do.” That was after all how what attracted to her to that badly drawn cat on her bed frame. That also in turn is was how Miria was able to overcome some of her earlier skepticism on the personal magic.
The first day Vaspira shared with her that subtle gift of control and that it was not so bad. Miria had certain stigmas for sure against meeting with a new, mysterious mage but it was part of her nature now to take the less traveled path and experience something new. That was why Miria offered the kelvic a warm, cozy arvinta to stay at rather then the Warrens possibly alone. Though she had to admit she missed having a roommate to talk to who wasn't her pet. “Why do all good things come to an end?”
Peering outside Miria quietly looked longingly past the small snow mounds that littered the streets that something that simply was not there. Closing her eyes with a slight heave Miria leaned on the opened window sill as she let her words hang in the wind. “Dear god of the winds Zulrav. Please answer my prayers for insight and understanding for me who is left in this position. Help me share my feelings with those I care about in the world and help guide others who reside in Avanthal. Stirring winds have helped me at times when I falter and spur me forth when I see a wrong that must be righted. In a way the winds are my guides and teachers in my life. Though I do not hear the whispers contained within them when the winds whip all around my body I feel like I know exactly what I must do. Please. I ask for your influence to help guide others along their way for if they don't I fear they might lose their will without your guidance. For we all must face the storm in time. How we act after is what how we represent ourselves. Amen.“
After the quick prayer session and a few chimes of whittling, long lengths of wood formed into a flat set of arrow shafts. This set was done, perhaps I should focus so next time try making more rounded arrow shafts? Miria noticing that she was cutting too deep into the wood after establishing the back portion of the arrow shaft. Granted it was going to happen since one half of the arrow was done but the plan was to whittle down as little as necessary to keep a decent overall sturdiness. Perhaps I can just first grab the wood create one the shaft end first? Then I can use a sander to even out the arrow end to take off as little necessary off the top? That could work right? Instead of using a simple knife. Instilling once again her drive in archery Miria went to work with renewed vigor in trying out an aspect of fletching she had not tried yet.
Trial and error proved to be Miria's only way to improve her flectching it seemed. Simply testing out different methods and seeing how each arrow reacted to her different methods. Finding a wood that was plentiful yet still strong in the region proved to be her first successful trial and slowly the Coolwater was getting the quirks of what made a good arrow good and the bad one's bad. “For now Spire trees will be that which my art will build on.“ Who knows? Maybe Miria might find something out in the wastes to use if she was lucky. She can only hope.
Finally the batch was finished with Miria quietly deliberating if the method was an improvement in some way. Sanding the arrows proved to do what sanding did best I admit. Though the process is too slow to really consider this as a new method to follow. Holding an arrow in her hand Miria balanced it on her hand noticing subtle nuances with the method. It was top heavy. They all were. Moving the set of twenty aside Miria reverted back to her old method. Just this time making sure not to chip off too much from either end.
I remember saying this earlier. Don't you recall that time? “An archer's greatest tool.” Looking down the shaft she held the particularly thin strip of wood between her thumb and index finger. Looking down the line Miria swiveled the arrow in a circle before making sure to catch it in the right light. “Is precision...” Pressing her thumb and index finger past each other Miria smiled slightly seeing the Spires wood held up to the test. “And good equipment.” Baby steps.
Then again maybe Miria would be able to come across a book that would tell her exactly what she needed. The perfect types of wood in what regions, the right type of blades to use while whittling, and even how rough the sand paper was. That was only counted today's musing as well. In a way Miria cherished her job since she was the one who ultimately discovered how to improve. Perhaps she might get lucky and meet a good fletcher along the way and make it easier to make that store.
Laying back slightly Miria smiled wondering what little tidbits she would have to do along the way. Miria would have to contact the Iceglaze for the building plans. Then the Snowsongs to furnish the whole orderal along with the Frostfawns which admittedly would be the hardest on her. Then the Skyglows to help decorate it so she would feel at home along with the Coolwaters. “All the while with the Winterflames to keep us healthy alongside the Whitevines.” There were no words to describe the feeling of mutual love for the holds seeing the peaceful scene plot out in her head. A picturesque sight of unity to end the day on a good note. “I'd better head in. Tomorrow is a market day for me.”
Dressing to impress Miria was up bright and early showing off her new trading apparel. Dressed in different shades of green, light green and a soft brown Miria felt nice and warm in her new snug attire barely feeling the chill that the frozen falls presented. Though Miria was still all business even with her new clothes. Her cloak still working as a makeshift blanket over the snow and her jacket providing something soft to sit on Miria still had her archer glove on her left hand as she twirled around in joy. “Come one. Come all! Arrows here are of good quality and superb craftsmanship.” Taking a page from Ronan's example Miria tried out the Syliran way of selling goods as she waited with much anticipation to have a good market day. Though if she had to be honest Miria was simply not quite in the mood to make a show of herself just yet.
Meeting the trader in turn hindered Miria's confidence in her work at times. A trivial comparison in hindsight but Miria still felt the Syliran arrows to be better then most then what she had. Working so hard to gain prowess in fletching Miria could feel the slight improvements she was able to make with her own hands. Though it showed the archer there was quite a world outside of her Avanthal eventually it started spurring Miria on to match and eventually exceed expectations.
“My passion is my what makes these arrows strong. My desires is what drives me. And my love is what governs me.” Giving a small verbal flourish Miria recited some lines she had thought up. Miria made a quick announcement before her usual street performer antics today. “Archery is my inspiration, my art, my everything. So I ask you dear citizens of Avanthal to help me make my dream a reality. I wish to revisit and recreate the store that me and my dear partner made. I would like to create a store where we hone the crafting the perfect arrows. With that I would like to declare my intentions to open up 'The Gilded Arrow' store. I hope you can help provide so that I can make my vision a reality. Now... on with the show!”
Noticing a small Icewatch patrole walk by Miria's eyes shimmered with a slight yellow hue of adulation quietly rejoicing in their presence. “What shall I talk about today? Shall I speak about the archers of Avanthal?”
That said the Coolwater as usual was left with nothing to do gazing wonderingly outside her arvinta. Whittling at what looked to be the next batch of arrows Miria quietly wondered what to make of her new recent findings of the Icewatch. In their own way the image some of the members of the Icewatch had were bordering on mythical to Miria as she would see them making their everyday patrols. Her assumption was much closer to the truth then she expected. “Magic. All this time. You show up in the oddest moments of my life you do.” That was after all how what attracted to her to that badly drawn cat on her bed frame. That also in turn is was how Miria was able to overcome some of her earlier skepticism on the personal magic.
The first day Vaspira shared with her that subtle gift of control and that it was not so bad. Miria had certain stigmas for sure against meeting with a new, mysterious mage but it was part of her nature now to take the less traveled path and experience something new. That was why Miria offered the kelvic a warm, cozy arvinta to stay at rather then the Warrens possibly alone. Though she had to admit she missed having a roommate to talk to who wasn't her pet. “Why do all good things come to an end?”
Peering outside Miria quietly looked longingly past the small snow mounds that littered the streets that something that simply was not there. Closing her eyes with a slight heave Miria leaned on the opened window sill as she let her words hang in the wind. “Dear god of the winds Zulrav. Please answer my prayers for insight and understanding for me who is left in this position. Help me share my feelings with those I care about in the world and help guide others who reside in Avanthal. Stirring winds have helped me at times when I falter and spur me forth when I see a wrong that must be righted. In a way the winds are my guides and teachers in my life. Though I do not hear the whispers contained within them when the winds whip all around my body I feel like I know exactly what I must do. Please. I ask for your influence to help guide others along their way for if they don't I fear they might lose their will without your guidance. For we all must face the storm in time. How we act after is what how we represent ourselves. Amen.“
After the quick prayer session and a few chimes of whittling, long lengths of wood formed into a flat set of arrow shafts. This set was done, perhaps I should focus so next time try making more rounded arrow shafts? Miria noticing that she was cutting too deep into the wood after establishing the back portion of the arrow shaft. Granted it was going to happen since one half of the arrow was done but the plan was to whittle down as little as necessary to keep a decent overall sturdiness. Perhaps I can just first grab the wood create one the shaft end first? Then I can use a sander to even out the arrow end to take off as little necessary off the top? That could work right? Instead of using a simple knife. Instilling once again her drive in archery Miria went to work with renewed vigor in trying out an aspect of fletching she had not tried yet.
Trial and error proved to be Miria's only way to improve her flectching it seemed. Simply testing out different methods and seeing how each arrow reacted to her different methods. Finding a wood that was plentiful yet still strong in the region proved to be her first successful trial and slowly the Coolwater was getting the quirks of what made a good arrow good and the bad one's bad. “For now Spire trees will be that which my art will build on.“ Who knows? Maybe Miria might find something out in the wastes to use if she was lucky. She can only hope.
Finally the batch was finished with Miria quietly deliberating if the method was an improvement in some way. Sanding the arrows proved to do what sanding did best I admit. Though the process is too slow to really consider this as a new method to follow. Holding an arrow in her hand Miria balanced it on her hand noticing subtle nuances with the method. It was top heavy. They all were. Moving the set of twenty aside Miria reverted back to her old method. Just this time making sure not to chip off too much from either end.
I remember saying this earlier. Don't you recall that time? “An archer's greatest tool.” Looking down the shaft she held the particularly thin strip of wood between her thumb and index finger. Looking down the line Miria swiveled the arrow in a circle before making sure to catch it in the right light. “Is precision...” Pressing her thumb and index finger past each other Miria smiled slightly seeing the Spires wood held up to the test. “And good equipment.” Baby steps.
Then again maybe Miria would be able to come across a book that would tell her exactly what she needed. The perfect types of wood in what regions, the right type of blades to use while whittling, and even how rough the sand paper was. That was only counted today's musing as well. In a way Miria cherished her job since she was the one who ultimately discovered how to improve. Perhaps she might get lucky and meet a good fletcher along the way and make it easier to make that store.
Laying back slightly Miria smiled wondering what little tidbits she would have to do along the way. Miria would have to contact the Iceglaze for the building plans. Then the Snowsongs to furnish the whole orderal along with the Frostfawns which admittedly would be the hardest on her. Then the Skyglows to help decorate it so she would feel at home along with the Coolwaters. “All the while with the Winterflames to keep us healthy alongside the Whitevines.” There were no words to describe the feeling of mutual love for the holds seeing the peaceful scene plot out in her head. A picturesque sight of unity to end the day on a good note. “I'd better head in. Tomorrow is a market day for me.”
Dressing to impress Miria was up bright and early showing off her new trading apparel. Dressed in different shades of green, light green and a soft brown Miria felt nice and warm in her new snug attire barely feeling the chill that the frozen falls presented. Though Miria was still all business even with her new clothes. Her cloak still working as a makeshift blanket over the snow and her jacket providing something soft to sit on Miria still had her archer glove on her left hand as she twirled around in joy. “Come one. Come all! Arrows here are of good quality and superb craftsmanship.” Taking a page from Ronan's example Miria tried out the Syliran way of selling goods as she waited with much anticipation to have a good market day. Though if she had to be honest Miria was simply not quite in the mood to make a show of herself just yet.
Meeting the trader in turn hindered Miria's confidence in her work at times. A trivial comparison in hindsight but Miria still felt the Syliran arrows to be better then most then what she had. Working so hard to gain prowess in fletching Miria could feel the slight improvements she was able to make with her own hands. Though it showed the archer there was quite a world outside of her Avanthal eventually it started spurring Miria on to match and eventually exceed expectations.
“My passion is my what makes these arrows strong. My desires is what drives me. And my love is what governs me.” Giving a small verbal flourish Miria recited some lines she had thought up. Miria made a quick announcement before her usual street performer antics today. “Archery is my inspiration, my art, my everything. So I ask you dear citizens of Avanthal to help me make my dream a reality. I wish to revisit and recreate the store that me and my dear partner made. I would like to create a store where we hone the crafting the perfect arrows. With that I would like to declare my intentions to open up 'The Gilded Arrow' store. I hope you can help provide so that I can make my vision a reality. Now... on with the show!”
Noticing a small Icewatch patrole walk by Miria's eyes shimmered with a slight yellow hue of adulation quietly rejoicing in their presence. “What shall I talk about today? Shall I speak about the archers of Avanthal?”
