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POSTED: Fri Jan 11, 2019 3:51 pm

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Brushing out wool was an incredibly relaxing hobby and Mads gladly suffered the cold just to be able to such a gentle task without having his work ruined by his rambunctious daughters. His head still throbbed as it did almost daily now, the constant shrieks of children (and Moon Moon) seemed to bounce like deadly lasers from wall to wall and directly into his poor ears. The muffled screams still sounded out from inside the mound house, but Mads decided he was far enough away to stomach it. Besides, he didn't want to risk leaving the girls in Moon Moon's sole custody for fear he'd come back and find one of them missing an eye or a leg, at best...

Dark fingers picked the splinters, hay and other miscellanea from the dirty cream ringlets of the wool, once he'd done so to the best of his abilities, he continued to raked the brush through it in an attempt to clean it further. More little specks of dirt dropped out onto the floor and a short while later he put the brush and fleece aside and returned inside. The Dane spent only a few moments inside, long enough to fetch some water and soap to scrub the fleece with. He set straight to work as he returned to diligently preparing his craft, grateful for the feeling of warm water as opposed to the biting cold of winter. Somewhere nearby, Prinsesse bleated, the awkward sound crystal clear against the heavy snow.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 27, 2019 7:37 pm

Ezra had just finished tending to Scottish and had moved on to Fantasy, the last horse of the day. The roan mare, rotund and delightful, was ever patient and ever happy to meet him. Her gentle coos and playful grunts followed Ezra around as he cleaned her up, brushed her down and let down her brilliant ink dipped, flaxen locks. After her tangles were removed and her coat clean, her sparkling sheen followed him down the isle of the stable with an expectant nose at his hand. To her box she went, Ezra patting her nose lightly as he put some extra food in there. Fantasy bobbed her head and knickered, nibbling at Ezra's hair as he laughed. All the horses fed and cared for, it was time to head back to the hills.

Construction in the neighborhood was filling out nicely, still. Homes were gaining personality and individualism, simple constructions were flourishing with life. It was beautiful to watch the new things that popped up every day. Something that he hadn't expected to see, however, was Mads'. He recalled the dark, Dane dog from his brief time trading with Sapient while the pack still stood and would never let a recognized face go unspoken.

“Mads', my friend! Is that you?” A poet's voice traveled the distance between them as he made his way, his pace a little faster just for the sake of introduction. Marbled eye watched the fabric beneath his hand, taking in the sight of it. What it would be to learn the husbandry of more than just horses? He could only imagine,” Well, I am honored to see you again!” Placing his hand out to offer a quick shake, he moved on to curse himself,” Well, I must say I've been sorely busy to not know you've been here. My apologies, certainly!” He paid mind not to mention anything of Sapient, or where he'd seen the man before.

With that out of the way, he offered an ear to the hill house behind Mads and the screeches of youth and grown woman alike within. While not sure what to take from it, he decided it was best not to question. That sort of noise was something no one could ignore. Instead, he took a better look at the wool that Mads' was working through,” A beautiful trimming you have there,” Returning to Mads's his question rang,” Is that what you've been up to today?”


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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2019 10:47 pm

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Combing wool often began as a peaceful task, but it also often ended as a tiresome one. The imperfections became smaller and the flecks of dirt became harder to dig out of the thick woollen fleece. In the end, the Dane was glad for the distraction, even gladder when his silvery moon eyes lifted and saw a familiar face. 'Ezra!' he called back joyfully, more than eagerly throwing down his woollen fleece and comb to socialise. He remembered the merchant from his Sapient days, as far behind him as they were and felt now. 'I didn' know y' were 'ere eith'a!' Mads beamed widely, closing the distance between them and shaking the elegant male's hand eagerly as he slapped abroad hand on the man's shoulder. 'Ah've bin busy too, though, eh. Me an' Moon had a pair a' girls no' long ago. Then we' moved 'ere an' we've bin tryna tidy this place up. Hard t' do with kids n' animals runnin' underfoot, eh?' The Dane gave a hearty laugh, 'An' Moon Moon 'erself don't help too much!' If Ezra knew Moon Moon, then very little else would need to be said. The Damaichu woman's reputation often preceded her by a country mile.

Silver eyes found his discarded wool again and with a sheepish chuckle, he shrugged, 'Ju's making m' way through some wool. Left i' lying 'round and th' girls got to it. Bin usein' it for hunting practice. Was full 'a puppy teeth and spit by time ah got to it. So ah spent th' day washin' n' combin' it. Dunno what ah'm gonna do with it when ah finish. Never bin any good at making stuff form wool.' Perhaps it was evident in his verbal vomiting that he often didn't get to speak to adults, or at least adults that spoke a whole lot of sense.
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POSTED: Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:43 pm

A warm welcome it was, and Ezra was thankful for it! Mads landed a hand on his shoulder, a fond pat on the back that would usually have moved through him, but his thicker frame still lasted from his extended time in neutral lands. The poet's beam grew, however, as Mads continued on to explain exactly what he was up to and how exactly that was going for him. Ezra couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that the Dane had been trying to get anything done with so many distractions, and pups that were more likely to make a larger mess than he could clean. He'd be a liar if he said he knew what that felt like, though it spurred something deeper within him than he cared to give mention to at the moment.

“Moon Moon, I can say I have heard of,” The laugh traveled through them both. Moon was a particular figure in Sapient, to say the least, as well. While he didn't know the subtleties, the word of mouth was enough, not to mention the shouting that came from within Mads' home,” You must certainly have your hands full!”

The mirth hadn't ended there, however. A tilt of the poet's head at the idea of what he was going to do with the fleece had the Merchant mind reeling,” Oh, you have no skill for it?” Meant in an understanding way, of course. Not demeaning at all,” Well, if you'd like to get it off of your hands and are interested in a trade, I'd be more than willing to take charge of that pelt,” Grinning, he couldn't help but feel fortunate that the material might come into his possession for the right price. Materials were scarce for the newly settled tailor, but he'd not let the Vidame know of the differences in supply verses demand,” I've some fibers I've turned into pages; Paper. Macrame and a few other goods that I've made, as well.”

He thought on it for a moment, knowing that explaining the details wouldn't do any good if Mads wasn't capable of looking at his stock,” Say, why don't we stop by my place, friend? It's just around the corner! Perhaps, you might find something you need?”


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POSTED: Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:21 pm

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'Nah!' he admitted, finding no struggle to admit he was a novice at many, many things. Dark hands held the creamy wool aloft, letting the weak spring sunshine filter through the natural weave. 'Nah...' he repeated again, quieter now and more pensive, the Dane seemed to be thinking back to a time long ago. It was not so long ago he actually realised while musing to Ezra. 'Ah jus' had t' wrangle t' sheep an' shear 'em. M' Mor n' sister's did the cardin' n' weavin'. '

Grey eyes lifted as eagerly as his dark hands, both moving towards Ezra, one pair to regard him brightly and the other to push the wool into his hands. 'Consider i' a done deal!' The Dane beamed, hopping down from his spot and trotting away to gather up the vast quantities of wool he'd bee sitting on. Truthfully, the male had little need for paper himself, he was scarcely literate, especially in English and often neglected anything that required putting pen to paper. However, Moon would be absolutely delighted with new supplies to desecrate and whatever made the Damaichu woman happy made the Dane himself happy.

Arms full of wool, the dark hybrid grinned, 'Lead th' way man!'
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