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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; Nuki, if you wanted a thread with Ouija all you had to do would be to ask; 1302 words
It felt as if they were waiting awhile for the last person to show. But the female's whose bags he had carried didn't seem as if she was going to show. Their group was small and that was made apparent by only three being at the meeting. He wondered what had happened to the other female. The numbers had been even, two females and two males since that one female had deserted on the day that he had come upon them. Had the one that didn't show decide not to stick around either? Is that why she wasn't to be found at this small gathering? Shawchert seemed to have come to the same solution as himself for the leader started to speak after awhile.
His ears were alert as he listened but it didn't stop his hands from his work. He could easily do both at once. He just couldn't stand sitting still. He needed something to keep himself busy with. So food seemed to be the topic of this gathering. Or perhaps it could only be the first of many. He had no idea how this thing could go. Honestly he was used to more than just the two leaders and having separate lessons with each leader. Each wizard of the tribunal had knowledge to pass on, things to aide all of them in their way of life. But none of that was happening here. Everyone was left to do their own thing. Because of that he had went elsewhere for a few days and found something to color himself. Actually he had been lucky to get back in time for the meeting. Thought he doubted any even realized his disappearance.
The other leader's suggestion had him glancing up for a brief moment before looking back down to the stick in his hands. It was slowly taking shape. The end he was working on was becoming the pronged end of a skeleton key. Ouija figured the pelt idea might be in reference to him since he had shown off his dolls made of animal skins. Although the others here could have that talent as well. In fact he wasn't sure what each could do. Aside from Shawchert playing an instrument that required breath to make sounds. He only knew that because he had happened upon the other playing. It was actually the melody that had drawn him over to check out what was going on.
"The only problem with pelts is finding the animals to skin for them. Plus the curing process takes a few days." He spoke up in a distracted manner since he was focusing on putting the slight grove in the prong of the key. "I don't know much about trading but we are close to the bay. Where I came from we would supplement what couldn't be hunted with what was caught in the bay during the water. The water doesn't freeze over so it will always be available. I suppose nets could be traded for unless you have those. Trawling for fish would be easier than trying to catch them one by one." Even though he could create he was a bit out of place here. He only made things that were practical in use rather than just creating for the heck of it. Well, maybe the key he was making was creative since he didn't have a purpose in mind except to prevent his hands from being idle. All he could think to offer was a way to supplement the migratory game.
Ouija lifted his head from his task as a female voice called out the leader's name. It hadn't been the one that he had met before but someone entirely different. He supposed it was possible to have gained a new wizard while he had been away from the area. It wasn't like he spent every single day here. But with it not being who he had expected he focused on what he was doing again. After all it wouldn't be well to injure himself. Not when he didn't have any herbs set aside. And seeing as he kept his instruments sharp the risk of injury was great if he didn't pay attention.
An ear twitched as the new, at least to him, female gave her name. "Ouija." He gave his own simple introduction. It was only polite, wasn't it? After all he already knew the names of the other two, just as they knew his name. But this eager female that had come upon them had no idea who he was, just as he hadn't known her name... or that she even stayed in the area, at least not until she had just made it known. And she wouldn't know about him either. After all the place he had claimed as his home was away from the others, it was hidden in the are actually. Not too far off but far enough away so that it was doubtful the others had realized it was even there. Ouija hadn't stayed in the place long enough for his scent to become ingrained yet. So for now his secret abode was still safe.
Ouija's attention was first drawn to the fingers on his arms before finally looking into the face that was peering into his own. The lack of personal space didn't matter to him. He came from a cult with hedonistic tendencies that included frequent meetings just so that everyone could pursue pleasure together, or cult wide orgies should layman's terms be needed. To him the lack of personal space was a natural occurrence. It was something that had happened often where he had come from. So he didn't mind it at all. In fact he encouraged it with the way that he gently removed his arm so that he could attempt to slip it around Orin's waist in order to tug her closer while a charming grin rested on his lips. "Well hello there."
At first he was confused by her question but as she continued to speak he easily understood what had drawn her interest. It even had him chuckling. "Well right now it is rabbit blood, the only thing I could find since anything from plants would be out of season now." He never used one specific thing. Just like he never stuck to any one certain color or placement. He took what he could get and just placed it wherever. Right now it was blood on his hands, arms, chest, and face and the rest of his body holding only a small tint of plant color that had mostly faded out. "I can't remember a time that I haven't done it." As a pup he had rolled around in grass and dirt and whatever else he could find to can some color and put a break in the white. Since had had gained hands and the knowledge he was able to control the colors he chose and how much he covered.
Whether or not he had been successful in holding Orin to his side he went back to his whittling, mostly showing off now that she had asked about it. He was allowing her to see firsthand just what he was doing. "I'm playing around mostly." He spoke with a chuckle. The words sounded strange to his own ears. "There was this one tribunal wizard that wore a key around his neck. He said it brought him good juju so I'm copying the design. If you want, you could have it when I'm done. Perhaps it will bring you luck." If she would agree then he would at least have a reason to actually create. He would have something to do with what he was working on, even if that something to do was to only end up giving it away.
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