No post order, although I'd like everyone to chip in before we get the ball rolling! If one of us hasn't arrived for 3 days, we can start. ^^The idea had come to Skye yesterday - she had been entertaining the idea of a ship for quite a while, but never did the time seem more perfect than the present. To sail along the waves, to be able to caress the waters on a large ship, pack mates on it, trading, prospering, growing... it seemed like the perfect opportunity, the perfect way to get the pack members' spirits up, to encourage growth in Cercatori d'Arte, to do everything in one fell swoop. Besides, it would most certainly entertain the more distressed members of the pack - Shawchert, Sky, Orin, Taliesin, all could work together to help create the masterpiece that would launch them into their beautiful new future.
She stood on the edge of the coast, her toes digging into the sand - immediately behind her was forest, but in front was a wide expanse of sand and grass, and then the ocean. She squinted, looking over the horizon and into the ocean - she couldn't see anything beyond it but clear, blue waters that were calm and rippled in the wind. She knew that there were lands there, lands of New Brunswick, from things she had heard from Luperci. She knew that it was fertile there, that there were towns, human towns, yet to be discovered, items yet to be taken home and bartered with. To the north lay Salsola, a pack far too far to be traveled to by land - but by sea, by the sparkling ocean with its inviting coasts, the pack would take less than two hours to travel to. It was the perfect plan, the most beautiful plan, and a way to remember the beginning of the new year not as the year that Liam had betrayed them all, but the year that Cercatori d'Arte began a new future.
Without wasting any more time, she howled out a call - it was not a commanding call, but an inviting call that held many secrets in its song; secrets of creating and building and art and all the things that made Cercatori d'Arte the pack it was, the pack it was meant to be, the pack it used to be. It was a call to action, a call to create - a call to share the beautiful idea that she had had. And as she waited, she thought - thought of different things in the pack and her new idea, which bounced and floated in her head and was beautiful in its own way. She stood on the coast in her Optime form - the form the Luperci gained as an advantage from the humans, and the form that would be required in this project. The project of creating a ship would need nimble hands.
She came prepared - she had collected books, books on boats and ships and wood that floats or sinks. She had collected them from the libraries in Thornbury and, when that resource was exhausted, from Halifax; she searched and found many, as the peninsula Nova Scotia had many boats and harbors. She waited with the books in her hands, some resting on the floor, and with her own dagger strapped to her hip as she stood patiently for the people of her pack to come and aid her in the creating of what would be something wonderful.
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