Time Stamp 78 Fall 513 23rd Bell
The storms still lashed outside, the pavilion was quiet as weary Drykas slept through the thunder and rain. They had had an eventful last day and half with a captive running off, the storms coming up and the need to secure mounts, tents, and other items so that they were not harmed while Zulrav cast his fury onto the landscape. The fire was still burning in the living area when the captive Taylani hobbled out of the sleeping area she and Fallan had retired to, to work out their mess. They worked on issues, and there were more to still work through but for now the red head was more at peace then she had been since she was captured.
Of course that peace came at a price, a price that before she had become pregnant she wouldn't have paid. The cost was herself. To be content here, knowing that she couldn't leave her child here without her, she would have to give up all that was her. She couldn't think about dance, song, her mother or Syliras. She couldn't dwell on having a life outside of this place, she was now focused on being simply a mother of a Drykas. Before she had some how gotten attached to this little life inside her she wanted so much more then to be simply the mother of Fallan's children. She still did truth be told, but not more then she wanted the child itself.
So as she limps out of the sleeping area, her ankle swelling already going down though the stiff pain still resides deep in the tissue, she lugs her jewel crafting kit. She would have to become serious about this, and about learning how things were done out here. Truly learn too, not just passing time. As much energy and effort she put into learning Dance she would put into learning foraging, cooking, cleaning and of course jewel crafting.
She settled onto a cushion, gingerly curling her injured leg to the side out of the way. Opening the bag she rummaged through there, her hair now dry falling across to catch the fire light. She pulled out a bag that held about 16-20 tiny human teeth, if she didn't know what it was for she might have been creeped out by it but she had been given them by a lady from another Pavilion within the Amethyst clan. It was a sad story, her son had perished from the pox, the only son she had born. Her husband had already fell to a glassbeak on a hunt and she was now being cared for by her brother in law. She had given Taylani the teeth, her son's teeth, and asked if Taylani might be able to craft them into a memento that she could wear.
It wouldn't be easy for a novice crafter like herself, but she was determined to try. The first thing she did was pull out the hand drill, with a tiny metal bit that had came with her kit. The bit was sharp and connected to a wooden handle that allowed Taylani to twist the bit, boring into surfaces to make small holes.
She would have to do that for each of these tiny teeth, and she would have to try and not hit a weak spot in the tooth or she assumes it might cause the tooth to disintegrate. It would be arduous but it would be worth it to be able to give the grieving mother something to hold of her son.
The storms still lashed outside, the pavilion was quiet as weary Drykas slept through the thunder and rain. They had had an eventful last day and half with a captive running off, the storms coming up and the need to secure mounts, tents, and other items so that they were not harmed while Zulrav cast his fury onto the landscape. The fire was still burning in the living area when the captive Taylani hobbled out of the sleeping area she and Fallan had retired to, to work out their mess. They worked on issues, and there were more to still work through but for now the red head was more at peace then she had been since she was captured.
Of course that peace came at a price, a price that before she had become pregnant she wouldn't have paid. The cost was herself. To be content here, knowing that she couldn't leave her child here without her, she would have to give up all that was her. She couldn't think about dance, song, her mother or Syliras. She couldn't dwell on having a life outside of this place, she was now focused on being simply a mother of a Drykas. Before she had some how gotten attached to this little life inside her she wanted so much more then to be simply the mother of Fallan's children. She still did truth be told, but not more then she wanted the child itself.
So as she limps out of the sleeping area, her ankle swelling already going down though the stiff pain still resides deep in the tissue, she lugs her jewel crafting kit. She would have to become serious about this, and about learning how things were done out here. Truly learn too, not just passing time. As much energy and effort she put into learning Dance she would put into learning foraging, cooking, cleaning and of course jewel crafting.
She settled onto a cushion, gingerly curling her injured leg to the side out of the way. Opening the bag she rummaged through there, her hair now dry falling across to catch the fire light. She pulled out a bag that held about 16-20 tiny human teeth, if she didn't know what it was for she might have been creeped out by it but she had been given them by a lady from another Pavilion within the Amethyst clan. It was a sad story, her son had perished from the pox, the only son she had born. Her husband had already fell to a glassbeak on a hunt and she was now being cared for by her brother in law. She had given Taylani the teeth, her son's teeth, and asked if Taylani might be able to craft them into a memento that she could wear.
It wouldn't be easy for a novice crafter like herself, but she was determined to try. The first thing she did was pull out the hand drill, with a tiny metal bit that had came with her kit. The bit was sharp and connected to a wooden handle that allowed Taylani to twist the bit, boring into surfaces to make small holes.
She would have to do that for each of these tiny teeth, and she would have to try and not hit a weak spot in the tooth or she assumes it might cause the tooth to disintegrate. It would be arduous but it would be worth it to be able to give the grieving mother something to hold of her son.
