Time Stamp 75 Fall 513
Then evening air was chilled tonight, not cold but definitely it was missing the warmth of summer. Already the camp was finishing up its nightly revelry, there was no more singing and the fires were put out, however the bright light of the moon shone over the encampment, giving dancer that sits in the grasses next to the Windchaser pavilion ample light to see by. Taylani curls her legs to sit easily on the ground, her jewelers kit laying open in front of her. Her mind was dizzy from planning, worrying, and being fearful so she had taken the time to try and calm her racing thoughts with making that bracelet she had started some weeks earlier.
Picking up the partially filed bone, she examines it carefully to see had been going with the piece. It was a large bone, perhaps cut from the femur of a large animal, or even larger still it might have started out as a vertebrae of a very large animal. She had already started filing the inside, but it still was not wide enough to slip over a hand so she picks up the file once more.
She secures the bone with one hand, her fingers pinching the outside with her fingers and the other she uses the file to rub the inside with even steady pressure. The work was laborious and several times she had to pause to shake the numbness from her hand, however it was not something that for the moment took up much of her mental energies. So instead she turns her thoughts to the gods that Drykas seemed to worship, or at least acknowledge.
In Syliras she had never had the opportunity to really learn much about the various gods, out here it seemed the people were much closer to them. One in particular raised her ire, Lhex the god of fate. Even as her hands worked the bone, the file scraping and sending fine dust of white to sprinkle her hands and her skirts, she grins a hard grin, stretching her lips across her teeth ruthlessly.
She mentally thinks toward the god in question. You think you can just play with people's fates. You think you can just push them where you want them to go, how you want them to go, and when you want to them go despite their own goals? Just toying with their fate. Already she had to stop herself, as she saw she was starting to wear one side of the bracelet down too far. She did not want the same thing that had happened to the bone ring she had attempted to happen here so she calms herself a little, and lightens the stress on the file.
Then evening air was chilled tonight, not cold but definitely it was missing the warmth of summer. Already the camp was finishing up its nightly revelry, there was no more singing and the fires were put out, however the bright light of the moon shone over the encampment, giving dancer that sits in the grasses next to the Windchaser pavilion ample light to see by. Taylani curls her legs to sit easily on the ground, her jewelers kit laying open in front of her. Her mind was dizzy from planning, worrying, and being fearful so she had taken the time to try and calm her racing thoughts with making that bracelet she had started some weeks earlier.
Picking up the partially filed bone, she examines it carefully to see had been going with the piece. It was a large bone, perhaps cut from the femur of a large animal, or even larger still it might have started out as a vertebrae of a very large animal. She had already started filing the inside, but it still was not wide enough to slip over a hand so she picks up the file once more.
She secures the bone with one hand, her fingers pinching the outside with her fingers and the other she uses the file to rub the inside with even steady pressure. The work was laborious and several times she had to pause to shake the numbness from her hand, however it was not something that for the moment took up much of her mental energies. So instead she turns her thoughts to the gods that Drykas seemed to worship, or at least acknowledge.
In Syliras she had never had the opportunity to really learn much about the various gods, out here it seemed the people were much closer to them. One in particular raised her ire, Lhex the god of fate. Even as her hands worked the bone, the file scraping and sending fine dust of white to sprinkle her hands and her skirts, she grins a hard grin, stretching her lips across her teeth ruthlessly.
She mentally thinks toward the god in question. You think you can just play with people's fates. You think you can just push them where you want them to go, how you want them to go, and when you want to them go despite their own goals? Just toying with their fate. Already she had to stop herself, as she saw she was starting to wear one side of the bracelet down too far. She did not want the same thing that had happened to the bone ring she had attempted to happen here so she calms herself a little, and lightens the stress on the file.
