06-20-2008, 06:24 PM
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>>>>>Anselm liked to think he was harder to impress than he really was. In reality, it did not take much to satisfy him--almost anybody who was laid back and had half a brain would be fine. It was only tension, insolence, and ignorance that got to him and made him tick. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, for most of his life he'd been greeted with tension and little else. Consequentially, it was hard to think of him as a bubbly, merry fellow, and he didn't think much of anyone else, either. Oxford, however, had already proven himself to be knowledgeable, respectful, and generally worthy of his time. So far.
>>>>>The coyote acknowledged him and he stepped around the boulder to the front with a silent nod. It was more much more interesting to watch Ox's hands (as opposed to his furry turned back). Frowning thoughtfully, he picked up the newly crafted blade carefully, lightly touched the sharp edge, and gave the broad edge a light flick with his nail. A dull tink! sound resulted, and he placed the item back down and exchanged it for the blade Oxford had used to make the new one. A similar inspection followed, and if the younger male was paying any attention, it would have been obvious that the gears were racing inside Anselm's head. Finally, he hunched his shoulders in a shrug and turned his attention back to Oxford directly.
>>>>>"These knives are both of a hard material and quite sharp, and yet you used this one to craft the other? How." Was it the angle? Were both simply much stronger than his own teeth and nails, thereby seeming extremely similar, when in reality they were quite different materials? Hopefully the craftsman would be able to make sense of this anomaly.
>>>>>Anselm liked to think he was harder to impress than he really was. In reality, it did not take much to satisfy him--almost anybody who was laid back and had half a brain would be fine. It was only tension, insolence, and ignorance that got to him and made him tick. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, for most of his life he'd been greeted with tension and little else. Consequentially, it was hard to think of him as a bubbly, merry fellow, and he didn't think much of anyone else, either. Oxford, however, had already proven himself to be knowledgeable, respectful, and generally worthy of his time. So far.
>>>>>The coyote acknowledged him and he stepped around the boulder to the front with a silent nod. It was more much more interesting to watch Ox's hands (as opposed to his furry turned back). Frowning thoughtfully, he picked up the newly crafted blade carefully, lightly touched the sharp edge, and gave the broad edge a light flick with his nail. A dull tink! sound resulted, and he placed the item back down and exchanged it for the blade Oxford had used to make the new one. A similar inspection followed, and if the younger male was paying any attention, it would have been obvious that the gears were racing inside Anselm's head. Finally, he hunched his shoulders in a shrug and turned his attention back to Oxford directly.
>>>>>"These knives are both of a hard material and quite sharp, and yet you used this one to craft the other? How." Was it the angle? Were both simply much stronger than his own teeth and nails, thereby seeming extremely similar, when in reality they were quite different materials? Hopefully the craftsman would be able to make sense of this anomaly.