09-27-2012, 12:25 AM
[html]OOC:// Hey there. 
This thread takes place after the hurricane.
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It was truly a remarkable sight to behold, the border tree of Cercatori d'Arte. When she had first joined the pack, Kenna had admired the various, colorful and creative works of art that decorated its vast trunk. She'd never gotten a good look at it then though. Ever since her acceptance she'd been meaning to return to the massive natural canvas and only now had she managed to get around to visiting it. With Dust contently grazing on the grasses nearby, Kenna stood marveling up at all the beautiful art upon the tree's bark. A soft smile played across her muzzle as she approached and slowly circled the tree. As she went along, she sought to find a single, small, clear spot on it's bark where she might be able to add her own little creation. She hadn't been a part of the pack for very long, but she wanted to leave her own mark. She intended to stay for a long while, so why shouldn't she make an addition to the ever-growing story that was made through the art and writing of past and present d'Artisans. As she came around the far side of the border tree the collie woman spied her personal blank canvas. Noting its location mentally, she walked over to her mount and dug inside one of the small saddle bags upon his back and pulled out a small pointed chisel and a mini, stone hammer. She was going to carve an image into the bark rather than attempt to paint something that would likely become lost amongst the other colorful drawings.
Patting Dust's shoulder affectionately, the horse returning the gesture with a gentle nudge to her leg, Kenna then returned to stand before the small blank spot on the tree. She considered exactly what she wanted to carve before stepping up onto one of the tree's large lifted roots and brushed her paw over the smooth space, clearing it of any unwanted textures from dust. She then leaned in and raised the chisel, gently placing it against the bark and began to lightly tap the hammer against it, slowly chipping and peeling away the bark and beginning to form an image on the surface. She didn't need to go very deep, just enough that the carving would form a scar and last. As she worked, delicately maneuvering the chisel, she hummed softly to herself, a tune that her mother sang to her when she was little. It was a peaceful afternoon, there was nothing pressing that required her attention (most of the repairs from the hurricane were complete now) and so the cow girl was content to carve as long as she needed to get the design just right... [/html]
This thread takes place after the hurricane.BIC://
Patting Dust's shoulder affectionately, the horse returning the gesture with a gentle nudge to her leg, Kenna then returned to stand before the small blank spot on the tree. She considered exactly what she wanted to carve before stepping up onto one of the tree's large lifted roots and brushed her paw over the smooth space, clearing it of any unwanted textures from dust. She then leaned in and raised the chisel, gently placing it against the bark and began to lightly tap the hammer against it, slowly chipping and peeling away the bark and beginning to form an image on the surface. She didn't need to go very deep, just enough that the carving would form a scar and last. As she worked, delicately maneuvering the chisel, she hummed softly to herself, a tune that her mother sang to her when she was little. It was a peaceful afternoon, there was nothing pressing that required her attention (most of the repairs from the hurricane were complete now) and so the cow girl was content to carve as long as she needed to get the design just right...