never meant to cause this drama

[Shawchert Menue]

Shawchert had been working on the mannequin he should have finished a long time ago, it was for Strel, though he only hinted he wanted one. It was interesting and hard work, but he loved the challenge. He'd been concentrating on that, though just thinking about Orin made him smile a bit, and just events of the day before made him feel warm inside. He was interrupted in his thoughts by a knock at the door and the voice of Taliesin speaking. Shaw pinned his ears back and slowly put his tools down and wiped his arms off which were full of wood chips. His ears laid back and he opened his door. A stony look on his face. The wounds were still new for the man to forgive Taliesin and after Sky had her attack on him about beating him up again, he figured Tal had a different story than was said. He looked at him with a look of wishful death

"What do you want.

He said, making sure to hide his wounds from his more recent fight, though there was an arm and his face he couldn't really hide, but his most injured part stayed behind the door.