tethered to the dream

Barrett · 06-06-2011, 03:55 AM

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No worries, and sorry for mine! x_x

Barrett was a generalist, unsuitable for most jobs that required specialisation. He knew how to set bones, brace sprains, cauterise wounds, and apply bandages, but the intricacies of surgery and medicine eluded him. He could pluck out some half-decent tunes on an acoustic guitar, but he wouldn't know where to begin if he had to teach someone else to do the same. And while he had some affinity for spirituality and Zen, he lacked the zeal of a shaman or monk. He was too disorganised to make a suitable manciple, too introverted to be a bard or jester (his humour was more situational, not something to be conjured up on demand), and too immature to keep watch over the whelps.

But failing all else, Barrett was good with his hands. Whether he was working with wood, metal, or masonry—even glass, supposing he had access to the proper equipment—he demonstrated an intuitive physical understanding and a kind of mechanical creativity that made his work both strong and unique. He was then quite interested to learn that Crimson Dreams recognised carpentry as a trade. It occurred to him he knew very little about the rank structure of the lakeside pack; even his entry level rank was different this time around. "Huh, I didn't know we had a carpenter," he remarked, intrigue and inquiry obvious in his tone.

The mocha yearling looked to the slumped door the other wolf indicated and nodded to show his understanding (even though he wasn't entirely sure what a "stable" was for—at present he assumed storage). Projects like these could be awkward to implement; trying to single-handedly balance and attach a heavy door was no simple task, and even the sawing and sanding done to make sure everything fit nice and snug could become tiresome after awhile. Plus hey, company could make anything go faster, and it seemed like this amicable male agreed.

"Well hey, I'd be glad to help out. I'm Barrett, by the way—or Barry, whichever. Just lemme know what you want me to do." A pause. That accent had been familiar. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be related to Savina, would you?" Nothing wrong with getting to know each other while they worked, right?

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