Kelski took Fehns word on the lobster being easy to catch. She wasn’t much of a swimmer, but if they were in shallow water like crabs, then sure enough they would be easy. She made a mental note to watch for them and find out. She’d even ask Master Li if he had a picture of one. He had lots of animal pictures in his line of jewelcrafting work so that would help her locate the creatures in the future.
They were enjoying an after meal lapse. It was during these times she’d nap. But truth be told with a new friend at her side it was hard to even remotely think of sleep. Instead she studied the human, taking advantage of his staring skyward to instead stare at his form. Males were built so much different than females. Stronger, thicker at the shoulders, hips, and even his limbs. She wondered how that would translate into a bird form. Most, if not all birds while drab in color as females were often larger. In humans it was far different.
Fehn looked like he had worked hard in life. He wasn’t iron solid but he wasn’t soft either. Her arms were more muscled than his, but she wasn’t surprised because she sustained flight and he could not. She glanced up at his face again when he mentioned her cave and she nodded. He was still looking upwards so she glanced downwards, studying more of his body. She got a good look at his male organ with its two containers for seed, before slide her eyes across his stomach to the v his ribs made. Her eyes changed direction and scanned down his legs. He was almost malnourished, she decided, because there was a lack of excess flesh almost anywhere.
Then Fehn spoke again about being outdoors, free, not confined. She understood that, but still appreciated being near people and doing things for them that pleased them. There was nothing like having someone ask her to make them something out of metal and her doing as they asked, pleasing them, presenting them with something that brought them joy. It scratched deeply and profoundly empty places inside her.
When he said he was uninterested in working, Kelski just couldn’t understand. She sometimes ran into situations like that with humans. They had drives or lack of drives that Kelvics didn’t have or had in profusion and to understand the lack or abundance when one didn’t experience it was rather hard for the young girl.
“I would find that disturbing…. not knowing what I wanted to do. I’ve always known what I wanted to do. I want to please people. I want to make beautiful things for them to enjoy. I want to know that they ask me for something and I can go to the metal and gems and make what they want. I like knowing they will wear it and maybe gift it to their children and they too will wear it. What I make with my hands will live long past my own life.” Kelski said quietly and then stretched out her own long legs. She leaned back against Fehn and glanced up at the sky. She was sleepy and yawned, her mind full of consideration for what Fehn had said.
“Yes, I am a jeweler… or at least hope to be one someday.” Kelski wasn’t sure what she did could be considered jewelcrafting, not yet. She was, after all, just learning.
“You said there was so many things you want to do. Like what? Traveling is dangerous, Fehn. It’s also expensive. People are dangerous. I’m not so much worried about the wild things, though they too will kill you just as fast. But humans can wound you deeper with betrayal and selfishness. Putting down roots is what I want. I want to be in one place, not travel, not look at what’s beyond the next ridge. I’ve lived like that before… before this place and this time. That might be good for you. But it is not so good for me. I have dreams. Just because I live simply and roam the wilds doesn’t mean I don’t love workshops. I do. Tools bring me comfort. They are old friends. I can control them wherein I can’t control other things.” Kelski admitted, not sure if he’d understand or not.
But watching him, Kelski understood finally how different they were. Life with him would be restless flight. She couldn’t buy her building like she wanted, with gardens and a place for people to gather. She could tell he didn’t look favorably upon her profession, so she didn’t talk about how well it paid and how she could afford things a mere kelvic eagle couldn’t without the world. And things brought her pleasure, whether she was supposed to covet them or not. Sea Eagles were hunters and in some ways gatherers as well. They established territories and mated for life. That’s what she was doing here, establishing a territory and figuring out life.
It made her sad he had to move on to do that as well. The work for her was a lasting legacy, a contribution to the world that someone just existing within it could not enjoy.
They were enjoying an after meal lapse. It was during these times she’d nap. But truth be told with a new friend at her side it was hard to even remotely think of sleep. Instead she studied the human, taking advantage of his staring skyward to instead stare at his form. Males were built so much different than females. Stronger, thicker at the shoulders, hips, and even his limbs. She wondered how that would translate into a bird form. Most, if not all birds while drab in color as females were often larger. In humans it was far different.
Fehn looked like he had worked hard in life. He wasn’t iron solid but he wasn’t soft either. Her arms were more muscled than his, but she wasn’t surprised because she sustained flight and he could not. She glanced up at his face again when he mentioned her cave and she nodded. He was still looking upwards so she glanced downwards, studying more of his body. She got a good look at his male organ with its two containers for seed, before slide her eyes across his stomach to the v his ribs made. Her eyes changed direction and scanned down his legs. He was almost malnourished, she decided, because there was a lack of excess flesh almost anywhere.
Then Fehn spoke again about being outdoors, free, not confined. She understood that, but still appreciated being near people and doing things for them that pleased them. There was nothing like having someone ask her to make them something out of metal and her doing as they asked, pleasing them, presenting them with something that brought them joy. It scratched deeply and profoundly empty places inside her.
When he said he was uninterested in working, Kelski just couldn’t understand. She sometimes ran into situations like that with humans. They had drives or lack of drives that Kelvics didn’t have or had in profusion and to understand the lack or abundance when one didn’t experience it was rather hard for the young girl.
“I would find that disturbing…. not knowing what I wanted to do. I’ve always known what I wanted to do. I want to please people. I want to make beautiful things for them to enjoy. I want to know that they ask me for something and I can go to the metal and gems and make what they want. I like knowing they will wear it and maybe gift it to their children and they too will wear it. What I make with my hands will live long past my own life.” Kelski said quietly and then stretched out her own long legs. She leaned back against Fehn and glanced up at the sky. She was sleepy and yawned, her mind full of consideration for what Fehn had said.
“Yes, I am a jeweler… or at least hope to be one someday.” Kelski wasn’t sure what she did could be considered jewelcrafting, not yet. She was, after all, just learning.
“You said there was so many things you want to do. Like what? Traveling is dangerous, Fehn. It’s also expensive. People are dangerous. I’m not so much worried about the wild things, though they too will kill you just as fast. But humans can wound you deeper with betrayal and selfishness. Putting down roots is what I want. I want to be in one place, not travel, not look at what’s beyond the next ridge. I’ve lived like that before… before this place and this time. That might be good for you. But it is not so good for me. I have dreams. Just because I live simply and roam the wilds doesn’t mean I don’t love workshops. I do. Tools bring me comfort. They are old friends. I can control them wherein I can’t control other things.” Kelski admitted, not sure if he’d understand or not.
But watching him, Kelski understood finally how different they were. Life with him would be restless flight. She couldn’t buy her building like she wanted, with gardens and a place for people to gather. She could tell he didn’t look favorably upon her profession, so she didn’t talk about how well it paid and how she could afford things a mere kelvic eagle couldn’t without the world. And things brought her pleasure, whether she was supposed to covet them or not. Sea Eagles were hunters and in some ways gatherers as well. They established territories and mated for life. That’s what she was doing here, establishing a territory and figuring out life.
It made her sad he had to move on to do that as well. The work for her was a lasting legacy, a contribution to the world that someone just existing within it could not enjoy.
