As we stand among giants

Bangle Guffawri · 09-18-2011, 05:16 PM

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WC: 672. Can we coin the term 'Shawdust'? Big Grin ? -is lame-

Wooden shavings and sawdust were evident of Shaw's abode, and Bangle could only imagine the upkeep when the wood became old and weather worn. Still, his friend was adamant about his work, and Bangle trusted the sturdiness of the structure upon entering it. If it was strong enough to support the giant man's weight, then surely the coywolf, smaller by comparison, would do no harm. At the red male's gesture, the craftsman sat on a wooden bench propped against the wall, jewelry ringing along the walls. The coywolf gave a sure, swift nod as his friend uttered a rhetorical question, eyes glinting as Bangle looked outside briefly. "S'pose yeh got a good bird's eye view then, eh?" The smile was returned, until the taller man turned away from him.

Bangle turned his head back to his friend to get a good look at his bandaged body. No doubt something had happened, and it was no ordinary scrape either. Shaw was a warrior, he knew, but the coywolf would bet anything that Shawchert's wounds and possible scars were not a result of a spar. Ears flicked forward as he listened to his friend's reply, and his own eyes widened some. "Trouble?" He echoed, sounding like a confused whelp who did not understand the word. The multicolored male shook his head, and tried to sound consoling as Shawchert moved to pour something. He hadn't heard anything about any trouble at the borders, but Bangle took that to be a good thing. "Well, Cercatori's giant showed 'em a thing or two, eh?!" He moved to rise from the bench, to clap the man on the shoulder in a comforting gesture, but instead he took the proffered cup of water and sat back down.

At the question to his visit, the merchant decided to drop the troubling subject, and could not help but return his giant friend's grin with one of his own, and just as sly. He reclined on the bench as a hearty guffaw began to rumble in his chest, suddenly remembering a book that Skye had once told him about. Something about a huge beanstalk that went to the skies and a giant that lived somewhere up there. Bangle closely related himself to Jack, the poor fellow who, with curiosity, climbed the beanstalk and entered the giant's castle. His laugh grew louder as he slapped his knee with a free hand, drops of water sloshing over the rim of the cup in his other. "Don' worry yerself, I'm not 'ere to steal'a magical hen from yeh, Shaw," he commented, his laughter subsiding. The coywolf wasn't sure if his friend knew of the story, but it did not matter.

Bangle quickly lifted the cup to his wide mouth and drank the water down, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. He smacked his lips loudly with satisfaction, and set the cup to the side. His toothy smile became a smirk, reclining on the bench as bright eyes fell on his friend. "I've got some work fer yeh.. for us, even," he began, folding his arms across his light hued chest. "Been talkin' t' Orin, n' we thought it migh' be a good idea fer the lil' ones t'have a tree fort'a their own, right 'ere in this place." He paused only long enough for Shawchert to register the request, before the crafty craftsman continued. "It'd be easy t' watch 'em, y'know? N' not only fer yer pups n' mine.. but fer any of Cercatori's rascals! So what d'ya say, hrm?"

There was excitement in his voice, as the coywolf shifted to the edge of the wooden bench. All of a sudden, the smirk melted off of his face as Bangle planted his feet on the ground and leaned forward, suddenly fixing Shaw a stern look. "But seriously, my giant friend, yeh wouldn' hide golden eggs from yer friend Bangle, now would yeh?" His thoughts lingered back on the story, unable to hide an amusing grin any longer, as it stretched his face once more.

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