the wind will be wailing

Mati Church · 05-17-2010, 03:25 PM

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Anann, Shattered Coast. ;]

Birds sang, their throaty calls filling the space between the white-clouded sky and the crashing waves. The rhythm washed over the coarse earth again and again, pulling at the sands, wearing it away moment by moment. Soft purple eyes looked down to the soft earth, watching with a slight daze as her foot-paws sunk into the moist ground and the impressions that she left. Such a thing was meaningless and yet the female watching each step, letting the paw prints linger beyond her. She held a leather pouch, and as idly as her gaze traveled the woman curled the cords around her fingers. Her thoughts were light, bringing a small smile to be left on her face.

Her reasons for traveling from her home lands were few, and though she would not out right admit it she had come here for an art project. She had used most of her time to filled the gaps that had been made by the falling of Old Red and the pups that had only arrived a little over a month ago. And then there was her own mother’s deficienies. Of course being pregnant wasn’t a deficiency, but a joyous thing Mati knew that it would take the rest of the pack to make the world they loved as protected as the Commander and Lt General did. Mati had taken time away from her art and used it towards patrolling the borders. All her other free moments gleefully revolved around Cambria. And Mati had found it hard to not seek her out this afternoon, but instead took the time to roam away from home and towards the ocean.

The skies had been storming the night before, frequent rains that left the sea restless and even it’s low tide rushed and agitated. But it had left the beach littered with articles ripe for the picking. Ever few moments the Church fey would kneel, inspecting a shell or weathered piece of glass that had caught her eye. But most were all fairly dulled and misshapen. If she found something she liked, and knew was a perfect as it could be, she pulled the pouch open and placed it gently inside.

Anann Kelevra · 05-17-2010, 11:56 PM

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The ocean roared. It did not rage with all it's might but it was still deafening compared to the waves of grass Anann was accustomed to. Even on the beach that sounds of the waves crashing into the cliff faces of the coast could be heard. Still Anann was able to find it relaxing. The never ending siege of waves on the shore was as captivating as flame. She wanted to understand what it was that made the Russian man speak of the ocean with such enthusiasm. He had told her that she had needed to see the ocean and to touch it. She had rode the beaches and shores. Watched it lapping at the shores, but she had yet to venture out in the surf. It was a deep and dark unknown. One she did not feel compelled to conquer.

She had found herself in the company of Anatoliy a few times in the last several days. Each time accompanied by a flutter and twisting of the stomach. A self consciousness the perplexed her. Puzzled about what it was about him that caused those feelings in her. Hoping that maybe the sea would give some insight. Having dismounted and walking with the large stallion at her side with his head low, her arm draped over his neck. Dark eyes still roamed over the water, letting the horse guide her path.

Raising his head with ears perked in interest the horse stopped. Anann followed his gaze and for the briefest of moments she thought perhaps it was Anatoliy that she saw walking further down the beach. Instantly she knew she was wrong. The fur tones were similar but the body language was all different. Whomever it was moved nothing like the Russian man. "Hello there." Anann called out. The other was still a short distance off, Anann could not be sure if her voice was heard over the noise of waves and gulls.

Mati Church · 05-18-2010, 11:10 AM

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She stood with the shell between her fingers. It was of a medium size, a bit smaller then that of an oyster, it’s shape rounded and without the small scalloped bumps. She examined it, the soft white base and bright purple hues that speckled it. It captured her for a moment, just as most colorful things did. She dusted the sand off of it, lightly moving it away as to not scratch the surface. She hesitated putting the beautiful thing in the bag with the rest, worried that its surface four become dull against the others.

The call of the ocean, and it salty air might have been what kept the Church female from noticing another walking along the beach. Though it was likely the thoughts of whom the shells would be given to that made it hard for Mati to see beyond her own nose. It was so easy for her to get lost in those visions, memories of her lover’s claws raking her back causing her to stare into a slight daze.

The voice caught her off guard, making the Dreamer step to the side and look for the maker of the greeting. She turned her head, violet eyes finding the figure of a wolf and a horse walking along the beach just as she. Mati swallowed, her eyes watching the four-legged creature rather then the one with two. She clutched the shell, holding it against her chest and unable to look away from pair. Hello She spoke, knowing that she could not run for it would only make her seem foolish, and still not wanting to be too close to the black horse. The stranger did not seem hostile, but Mati knew she could easily be deceived, and it was the other creature that filled the woman with such instant distrust.

Anann Kelevra · 05-20-2010, 10:29 AM

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~~totally forgot to spellcheck so plz plz plz forgive my horrid spelling and typos... i will fix when home!!!~~

The soft currents of salty sea air moving in off the ocean teased and tangled the long curly locks of the stallion's mane and tail. The occasional strand managing to make it airborne before gravity won out again. Rem's head was still at a relatively low key posture, his forelock covering much of the top half of his face. Ears concentrated on the earthen hued fem. Anann was leaning against the horse's shoulder now, her arm no longer draped over his neck. The Miracles woman could feel the shake of knicker radiate from his side though the noise was barely audible. He had settled into their new home and new life well. Lightening his over protective nature and the level of hostility he showed toward formidable strangers. Often showing his softer side to those of the opposite sex anyways.

The other woman seemed nervous, clutching something to her chest as she gawked at Rem. Typically those that felt some sort of unease about the large horse had been given a reason. Perhaps this woman was simply unaccustomed to horses or maybe it was the large size of her steed. "Didn't mean to startle you, miss. We are just out for a stroll." There was something vaguely familiar about the woman. Anann couldn't place it immediately. Her eyes told her she had never met the woman but something of the scent she carried triggered some recognition in her mind. "Are you from Crimson Dreams?" That must be what it was. Cambria was the only wolf that didn't belong to the Cours pack that Anann had met. Anann had given the woman a once over glance as she did with all she'd met. Anann smiled, appreciating the large frame of the woman, not unlike her own. Her pelt too was similar but from a palette of darker hues and lacking the darkest hues of Anann's back.

Mati Church · 05-20-2010, 02:37 PM

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She smelt of Haven, and the fragrance of Cour des Miracles did well to ease Mati slowly but surely. No one that belonged to her bother’s pack would ever harm her, but of course it was not the wolfess that bothered her so. Mati took a deep breath, inhaling deeply and exhaling as the other spoke her regrets. No, Mati thought with the release of breath. She need not worry about startling her, it was a free beach after all. Though the day was not as pleasant as Mati could imagine it was still nicer then the rain of the past few days, and the stranger had every right to enjoy it. She and the horse. The Dreamer shook her head, the initial startle seeping out of her tense muscles. No need to apologize. She said with a small wave of the hand that did not contain the shell. The other fist still rested on her chest. I am not used to horses, I’m afraid to say I have never met one. She admitted. The woman felt it easy to share such things with other females, conversation coming easily and naturally. If she had been a male Mati might have bid him good-bye and wandered home quickly.

The wolfess tried to seem more relaxed then she truly felt, knowing that the other would notice her unease. She lowered both her hands, the shell now held loosely in her hand. Violet eyes looked from the horse and to the woman as she spoke, ears turning to face her as well. Mati could not be completely surprised that the Crimsonian scent could be caught wafting off her pelt. It was the same way she knew that this unnamed woman was of the Miracles lands. She gave a nod, feeling a bit more confident when not focused on the horse. I’m Mati Church. She offered her name, just before asking, Who from Crimson Dreams do you know?

Anann Kelevra · 05-25-2010, 02:51 PM

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Anann couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more about the fem that seemed familiar, aside from the scent of Crimson Dreams that reminded Anann of the young healer she had met months ago. It was unlikely that her mind was going to make the connection between this woman and Haven all on its own. Perhaps if Anann had known that he had siblings in the Dreamer pack. She was glad to see woman relax, even if just slightly. "Would you like to? Meet one that is." Anann offered. She supported herself now, no longer leaning against the large black horse. "I know he looks like a large brute, but he means you no harm. His name is Rem." She hoped the offer would make the Dreamer more comfortable. Perhaps a little understanding of the large beast would help with that. If not she could send him off on his own for a bit until she was ready to head back home.

The woman gave her name before asking a question of her own. It was a pretty name. While she didn't answer Anann's question she didn't refute it and she assumed that in itself was an answer. "Nice to meet you Mati, I'm Anann Kelevra." Giving her own name as well before addressing her question. "I met a young healer from Crimson Dreams a couple months ago. Cambria, I think was her name." It seemed so long ago, before she had joined the Miracles pack even. Just days after she had first stumbled into these lands she now saw as home. "I also met the Lieutenant General briefly that day, I'm afraid her name escapes me at the moment." Anann tried to remember the woman's name but it just wasn't coming to her. The situation at the time had already been a bit embarrassing for Anann. Having been found unconscious by the young woman. And with a gash in her head no less. All appearing to be an act of her own clumsiness.

Mati Church · 05-29-2010, 12:48 PM

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fail wait!

Purple eyes moved quickly from the golden wolfess back to the black horse. But his size and scent she had concluded that it was a male. Her experience with horses was nil but she felt better having been able to decipher that much. At her question Mati responded with her own, He wont be startled, will he? and trample me to death. her true thoughts not slipping past her lips but her weary gaze might have spoke of the worry. At the woman’s next words she felt a bit better, a name to a face always made it a bit more personable then just a large ominous black beast. Still she kept her distance, not ready to make the few steps that would close the gap and bring him within arm’s length.

She had a lovely name, one that Mati did not recognize. Haven had not mentioned many of his pack members, and as she wondered if they knew each other she realized that it had been some time since she had even seen her bother. Mati missed him dearly, and they had always made an effort to see each other. But she guessed she had gotten a bit too wrapped up in her own life, time seemed to slip away from her. It made moment like this, walking along the beach mindlessly, seem a bit foolish. But it was not a waste of time, now that Anann was here.

At her answer Mati perked significantly, thoughts of the frightening horse slipping from her mind. Cambria Marino, She confirmed with a nod. she our only healer such was true, and Mati could not help but be interested in anyone that new her young love. It seemed that Anann had already met quite a few people she was close to, Anu, she is my mother. not by blood but that had never mattered to her. Haven is my brother, he a Knight in you pack. Just in case she had met him, not knowing how new was to the area if at all, and if they needed one more acquaintance to inadvertently connect them.

Anann Kelevra · 06-03-2010, 04:11 PM

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Like all creatures, horses have their own body language. For Anann it was as easy to read as that of wolves. Though for those unaccustomed to the beasts they could be easy to misread. They used their ears in a slightly different manner than wolves. Laid back ears was a sign of aggression or annoyance in most cases. While forward ears was more an act of curiosity and greeting. So long as you harbor no ill will for him or myself he won't. She was not sure if there was much more she could do to help her feel more comfortable with the large horse. Rem became bored and sense the woman's unease he wandered off a bit. Nose searching the sandy beach for something edible. He eventually found a bit of sea weed that had washed up in the serf. Unimpressed he spat it back out after a couple chews did not improve the flavor, continuing his search.

Anann looked back with some fondness to the day she had first met someone from the Dreamer pack. It was probably only because she had injured herself near their borders that the young healer had come across her. Otherwise Anann would have been left to care for it herself having not known the area and the packs within it at all. She has a talent for the healing arts. Stitched me up well anyways. It had been nothing more than a slight split in the scalp but that did not change anything about how the young woman had handled herself.

So she was Haven's sister. Surprising news to Anann, having met the knight a few days before. I didn't realize Haven had family in Crimson Dreams. I pretty new here though so I sure there is plenty I have left to learn. She exlained with a soft smile. She wondered if Mati knew of the fresh scars that he carried. If she didn't Anann felt it was not her place to inform her of such things. We plan to have a sparring match sometime. She was excited to have someone to spar with especially in armed combat. Although she wouldn't ass up a another wrestling match with Anatoliy. So long as he didn't just let her win again.

Mati Church · 06-03-2010, 06:37 PM

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Mati, of course, had no true idea how she was to understand the horse. She figured that there was a language between the stallion and his own, but how their bodies rang and sounded was unknown to her. It made the Dreamer act like she did, for all she understood a flick of the ear meant the start of a violent trampling. Anann words were even, and Mati gave a nod and spoke politely Of course, voice was thoughtful and soft. Her fingers felt the shell between them, eyes glancing to the hoofed beast that had lost interest in the two wolves and gone to roam. He didn’t seem to care about her anymore, knowing that Mati was no longer a thread. See, Mati thought to herself, what was there to worry about? He didn’t at all. She felt better now that he felt comfortable around her, and grew a bit more confident. Perhaps she would try to pet his nose if he got a bit closer.

Thoughts of Cambria made her heart flutter, and she could not help it. Her stomach made little leaps, her thoughts started to whirl, her face grew flushed. Mati smiled, compliments towards Cambi brought her pride and made the Dreamer even happier that they were indeed in love. The knowledge of it still made her slightly light headed. Talented, indeed. Cambria possessed a talent that Mati would never own, a calm in such situations where blood was involved, where life was on the line. Her smiled grew, She’s bandaged me up a few times. For the first time Mati felt the desire to tell a stranger that they were together, and for some reason the gold furred female seemed like someone that would understand. But, it was hard to explain such things, with no word to label her relationship.

Its where we were both born. Mati explained, her smile still present. I’ve always been here, and I know I still have a lot of exploring here. She understood how it was to suddenly find that it was a seemingly small world. She knew nothing about the fight that Haven had been in, but knew that it had been too long since she had placed eyes on her brother. Really? You fight as well? The artist knew little when it came to horses, and any sort of combat.

Anann Kelevra · 06-08-2010, 12:16 AM

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Sorry for the wait <3

Something changed, something subtle as the conversation touched on the subject of the young healer. It was more than Mati simply relaxing. Which she had some since the horse had taken to roaming the beach. Anann could sense it faintly in the woman but she was not sure what it was. Perhaps if she had seen an imagine of her own features in the presence of the Russian man she might better recognize it. A smile growing across her lips, though there seemed something almost bashful about her features. Anann dismissed it rather quickly. Nothing too serious I hope. Anann said with a grin.

Anann found it rather surprise, though perhaps she shouldn't have, how many connections there were between Mati and herself. Anann might not know any of them very well but being fairly new to the area it was to be expected. She had met many that had traveled here. A few, like Anatoliy, had traveled much farther than she had. So naturally she had assumed Haven had probably traveled her as well. I had never strayed far from my place of birth either. Until I came here that is. It's easy to stick with what your familiar with. There was still plenty of time for the Dreamer woman to explore her world if she wished.

Anann could not imagine what her life might have turned out to be if she had not found herself immersed in the arts of war. She felt everyone should at least know how to defend themselves. Anann nodded, Yes, though I hope my skills are less needed here. I hope I can focus more on my leather working. She would never abandoned her swords and training. Rem for one would never let her do so easily. There was no desire in her to give it up anyway. It was a part of her, it always would be. But that is no reason to let myself grow rusty. I might even be able to teach your brother a trick or two. She said jokingly.

Mati Church · 06-10-2010, 12:36 PM

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Mati was glad that she could shake her head at the female’s statement. The smile she wore was still soft yet it was growing steadily as their conversation progressed. Oh no, Mati answered with a small laugh. Compared to the injuries that Cambria had sustained during the fall of Old Red her small cuts were truly nothing at all. But the way she was able to place the small pieced of fabric on Mati’s hands made note of her obvious talent and skill in the field. just a few scrapes The cut along her thumb had been the deepest she believed, but it had healed without infection and though there was still a scar there was nothing that could truly be done to prevent it.

The world was certainly a small one, and for the Church fey especially between Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles. There were many that had come and gone between the packs and it seemed that the Dreamers often gave them members. Such was true with Princess. Any member that wandered from the Miracles homelands was bound to meet a Dreamer that was familiar is some way. Mati loved her home, and found no reason for her to leave like her siblings. It had been hard to see them drift away, but she had established herself in rank and purpose among the Crimson Dreams wolves. It was her home, and she could not think of a reason for leaving. I’m sure you’ve found Cours suitable. Her tone was light-hearted and friendly. Thoughts and worries surrounding the large horse no longer weighing her down.

Mati listened intently, and agreed with her hope for peace, but it was the notion of her craft that brought the most interest. I hope so as well, She remarked with a polite tone, wishing for peace some not something to be ignored. What is it that you make? Her curiosity obvious in her tone as her eyes brightened.

Laughing lightly, I know Haven would appreciate the lesson. Mati did not know of the fights that Haven had been in, if any. She always dreamt that he would never have to use the sword that he had found, and never be in danger. Of course, it was only wishful thinking. She knew that the truth was likely something different

Anann Kelevra · 06-20-2010, 07:20 PM

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I made you wait on purpose...so you'd focus on your vacation <333 =P also slight pp at the end of the post, let me know if you want it changed!

Anann had never known what to expect after she'd left her home. She had never expected that she might so easily find a new place to call home and that would truly feel as if it were her home. The Cour des Miracles pack did that for her. She was starting to feel like she had a place here. Though it was nothing like the duty she had left behind her. She knew it would never be the same here and she didn't wish it to be so. She had those that cared for her here and that was enough. More than she could have ever expected. Very much so. The land here is much different from were I grew up. At least the coasts anyway, Shiloh Hills reminds me of home. The lands that rested between the Cours and the Dreamers. Those I have met of my pack make it feel like home though. Anann was thankful for her chance encounter with Heath. It had set her on the path that had brought her into the Miracles pack.

So far she had found a few interested in her leather. Though it wasn't as if she went about trying to persuade others to purchase things from her. It was a trade she had picked up for its usefulness and the fact that she saw little need to waste anything of her prey. Mostly bags and pouches. Water bladders. I could make about anything you might need I suppose. Not clothing though, I'm not any good at that kinda stuff. Gloves is about the best I can do there, or a belt. She had helped Niro to make a pair of gloves with his falconry. Shirts, pants or anything of the sort was out of her ability. I gave Cambria a few pouches for stitching me up. She had no example of her handy work with her, but since she knew the young healer her perhaps she would ask her if she was curious.

Anann didn't know what kind of training Mati's brother might have. So she had little idea if she would be able to teach him much or not, but either way the practice was welcomed on both sides. With any luck he can teach me a thing or two as well. Anann didn't know a fighter out there that didn't wish to get better. The shell in the woman's hand finally caught her attention. That's pretty. She commented as she glanced down at the object. Where you looking for shells? If you want, I'll help you look. She gestured towards the stretch of beach behind her, suggesting perhaps they continue walking. It would be back tracking for Anann but she didn't mind. She had just been enjoying the scenery anyway. Now she was more engrossed in conversation, but she still felt the need to keep moving. As the started walking down the beach the horse began to follow, though stopping every once and awhile to smell at this or that.

Mati Church · 06-23-2010, 03:40 PM

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you know me well xD

For someone that had never lived anywhere but her birth pack Mati found it quite intimidating to go off and try living somewhere new. But Anann’s example made the idea of it a little easier to swallow. Still the Church fey found no reason to be venturing off and into a new world. Her’s was just fine, and better then fine actually. Of course there were confrontations but those that she face lately where small and mainly based on past events that seemed to follow her everywhere. But they were nothing that made her wish to start new. I’m glad that you’ve settled here. Mati said with a smile, speaking of the area in general. She liked the Cours wolves considerably. I know many Miracles members, and that doesn’t surprise me at all. Mati thought of Strel, whom she had thought at their first meeting to be a bit off putting but they soon became close friends.

Mati thought that what she did was fascinating for of course her creative nature was never at rest and she found making things to always be interesting. Her want to know to create such things was almost instantiations, and she looked down at the small pouch that she had found in the Manor and wondered if Anann’s work was anything like this. When she spoke of Cambi her purple eyes looked back up at the female, That’s really neat. I would love to trade something for a bag. The tattered canvas thing she had was getting far to ratty for her to carry anything safely inside. I paint and draw, if your interested in something like that It was Mati’s understanding that not everyone found art to be a worthwhile commodity.

Yeah. That would be great. Mati spoke quickly, surprised slightly that they other female would even notice. They were moving along the beach before she knew it and Mati held up the shell that she had collected so far. I am hoping to make something out of them, jewelry maybe. Mati commented as she looked back at the horse that followed them. She felt a bit more comfortable with him, but still could not shake the unease completely. The trio lazily walked down the shore and Mati caught the glimmer of another shell in the sand. Bending down she plucked it from the moist sand and rubbed it clean. I was actually going to give it to Cambria, if it came out nice. She added, since they bother knew of the ocean eyed female.

Anann Kelevra · 07-05-2010, 09:04 PM

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Anann was excited by the prospect of a trade. She had hoped she

wouldn't have found her chosen skill to be of little use. The perservation of

leather was simple really and for all she knew there were plenty of wolves

here already that would be capable of making their own things. So far

though it seemed there were few here that did. It seemed the many here

relied more heavily on scavanging for leftovers from the last civilization

rather than creating there own things. I'm sure we could work

something out. What kind of bag are you wanting? What size? Most

of the pouches she already had sewn together were small. As an artist

she figured Mati would probably want something larger.

So what kind of artwork to do you do typically? Landscapes, portraits? Anann had always been amazed by those that create things with the stroke of pencil or brush. She had fiddled around with carving bone but it wasn't something she considered having much skill in. Spotting something in the sand Anann bent down, plucking it from the beach. It was translucent with a slightly blue tint. Its edges were worn smooth but it seemed most likely a piece of glass. Interested in anything like this or are you just after the shells? Held the small object out for Mati to see.

The glimmering shells would make wonderful jewelry. At least Anann supposed they would. Jewelry and fine dress were not exactly something she gave much thought too. Are you two close friends? Anann asked, since Cambria had come up yet again. Another shimmering object caught Anann's eye and she plucked it from the sand. A small spiraling shell. The horse still roamed slightly behind them, seemingly uninterested in the two wolves. Though certainly not letting them drift too far away.

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The idea of something new was exciting for the female. It was not everyday that Mati was able to get something newly made, a gift, or something that just wasn’t found among the human ruins. This trade was unlike anything she had every really done. Gifts of course were things she had been happy to make for others, a few murals here and there, a painting or two. She had never really had planned anything as a return, though another canine’s appreciation was enough for Mati. She loved it when others were simply excited about her art, which is enough of a reward.

Anann’s comment brought a smile to Mati’s face, she did not know how large of a bag she could get or what might be worth a painting in exchange for all of Anann’s skill and time. Maybe something this big? Mati made a square motion with her hands, a little less then a foot long and tall. A long strap, if it’s okay. Her eyes looked away, wondering if it would be too much to ask. But it was always nice to be able to have the bag cross over her shoulders and chest.

Pretty much everything. She spoke hastily, nodding. I have done a few murals, and portraits of other wolves. At times Mati felt as if she had drawn everything that could ever come to her imagination. And then in a moment’s passing Mati thought of something new, or found something that was in plain sight that she had never thought to draw before.

Anann held up the rounded piece of sea glass, Mati smiled and answered lightly Anything, She hesitated but held out her hand to take the piece of glass. if I don’t use it for the jewelry I wont let it go to waste. The Church fey spoke honestly, knowing that everything she gathered was used at some point.

Mati was bent towards the sand, picking up a small clam shell when Anann asked her about Cambi. She wasn’t as clear and open as her mother, who seemed to have more pride in her choices then anyone in Mati’s life. Where they close? We are. that was no lie. Of course how close was another question that could always be asked, but it was unlikely for Anann. She was so polite. Still, the Dreamer found it hard to let the conversation of her lover settle and be forgotten. I’ve known her since we were both young, since she was born. I’ve painted a portrait of her actually. I could do one of you and Rem.

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The honey-hued fem nodded as Mati showed her the desired dimensions of the bag with her hands. Something like shouldn't be any problem at all. In fact, it would be rather simple to make. Want the bag to rest about your hip, or higher? They were about the same height so getting the long strap the right length shouldn't pose too much of a problem. Anann figured if she was going to go to the trouble to make a bag for Mati it may as well be how she wanted it. Her supply of leather was slowly shrinking and she still had plenty. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer before she got around to making the clay vats she need to soak the hides and start the process of making new leather.

Anann was surprised at her mention of murals. Something so large would surely take quite a bit of time. Still Anann was not sure what she wanted herself nor did she have any idea of the value of art. Anann dropped the small piece of worn glass in the extended brown hand. How about this, I'll go ahead and make the bag. When it's finished I'll come bring it to you and maybe I can see some of your work? Maybe by then Anann would know what she would want painted. Rem and herself was a good idea, but she wasn't settled on it yet. I'll think on it. She said with a smile.

Rem had come up behind the walking she-wolves as they strolled down the beach. Looking at the sand before them as they conversed. A close as he could come going unnoticed, the stallion stretched out his neck. Nostrils wide as he sniffed the woman colored like rich earth. The warm moist air gently caused the hairs to stir and bend in gentle waves as he sniffed at the back of her shoulder, his tall ears pressed forward.

Mati Church · 07-12-2010, 01:35 PM

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Oh, this was exciting. Mati looked down at the shells that she held as she thought about the bag. She had so much trouble with all the supplies that she needed to go out and gather, a sturdy bag would be nice to have for once. The canvas things that she had used were getting too tattered now a days. Anann’s remarks brought Mati to nod and smile brightly, That would be wonderful, to my hip is fine. She could envision the bag, something simple but made with purpose and meant to last. This was extremely generous of the other woman, and she hoped that they things that she could offer would make for a proper trade.

Mati was quite talented, her ability growing each time she practiced. But she could not always see the perfection in her technique, the greatness of her eye. Instead she wandered and questioned. She took what she liked and grew strong and stoic in the fact that she liked it, and that was all that mattered. But beneath that harder exterior she needed to approval of others, needed the boost of confidence.

The plan that Anann scripted seemed like a bit unfair. She would have nothing to offer her outright in return for the bag. Mati could not help but be a bit reluctant in nodding her head and agreeing. If only Anann were sure. Okay, but only if your sure. Mati spoke, her tone still spirited by the prospect of the new bag. She hoped that Anann wouldn’t be disappointed by what she saw in Mati’s art. Such a thing was usually up to the different creature’s taste.

They walked along the beach, the shells accumulating as they spoke. Her thoughts drifted from Cambria, the jewelry that she had wished to make for her taking a back seat. And it wasn’t until Mati felt the warm air on her back that she remembered that they were being followed. The wolfess jumped slightly as she gave an “Oh!” Head turning to see the large midnight stallion standing behind her, interest deeply set in his features. Mati couldn’t read what it was that he was thinking, but she knew that he was not set out to trample her as she had once worried about. Her hand touched her tickled mane and then Mati let a small laugh escape her mouth, feeling foolish for being so shocked.

Anann Kelevra · 07-16-2010, 12:10 PM

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It was nice to have a project to work on. For now she would simply brain storm on the bag. The blueprint for it was already beginning to take form in her mind. It wouldn't be anything extraordinary but it would be built for its purpose. Anything in particular you plan on carrying in it? Curious if she would have use for any pockets or dividers. The Dreamer seemed quite excited about the bag and Anann was glad to have some to work on for the rainy days. With all the rain this spring was had ran out of inside work for the most part.

Anann doubted the Dreamer woman would fail uphold her end of the trade and until Anann had seen her work she really had little idea of what she wanted. I'm sure. Besides I really don't know what Id want yet anyway. She said with a light laugh. Plucking another small treasure from the sand. You know, I never bothered to look at the sand before. Examining the half shell she had just found. Few were the same and they seemed to come in every size. Some were broke or had lost there pearly luster. The small shell between her fingers seemed nearly flawless and so it was passed to the fem beside her. The collection of the beach treasures was steady and the process quiet for the most part as both she-wolfs watched the stretch of beach before their feet.

It was Rem that brought some excitement to their search. Anann's eyes flew up from the beach at Mati's slightly startled oh, assume she had found something especially interesting in the sand. Instead Rem had finally broken the ice with woman. Laughing softly, Anann gave her steed a pat on the whither. It was near impossible to imagine that the gentle and curious creature that had sniffed the earthen hued fem was also a well trained and vicious war horse. Like Anann he was happy to live his life peacefully, given the chance. He has a soft spot for females and young ones. Pups were certainly his favorite.

Mati Church · 07-18-2010, 05:07 PM

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The question was easily answered, for she had been thinking about it before she even had an imaginary bag to fill. Mati looked away, her gaze floating out to the ocean as she answered. A sketch book, and a few other art supplies, pencils... her gaze returned to Anann’s features with her second thought, It would be nice to be able to bring a sketch book everywhere, A smile came to her face, to be prepared. Mati had grown up knowing how important it was to be prepared for things that might come up unexpectedly. It was just funny that she would be using such preparation in this sort of way.

There are treasures everywhere Mati gave with a small smile, eyes falling to the ground. But they did not see the small things that she stepped over, her thoughts drifting to the idea that special things were found just about everywhere, where they least expected them. What her art might bring to Anann could be a prize, something that she might not have been expecting to find in the long coast line.

The horse did not give her the same frightened feeling, it was a surprise more then anything. She could laugh at it as the golden woman explained how fond he was of those a bit gentler and fragile. Mati grew a bit braver, confident that there was nothing to be afraid of. She lifted a hand, offering it to the stallion for him to smell. Hey there. She whispered to him as she sometimes spoke to Ambrose, her small hedgepig friend.

Anann Kelevra · 07-23-2010, 02:43 PM

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It seemed that while Anann had already been planning how she would make the bag for her newly met friend, Mati had already been thinking of just what to fill it with. Answering the honey colored woman's question practically as the last words came from Anann's mouth. It was always nice when someone knew exactly what they wanted. Anann simply nodded and smiled, not revealing what plans she had in mind, it would be a surprise for Mati, even if she knew about the bag itself. Besides, what was the point in having someone make you a new bag if it was tailor fit to the job?

Awareness was a strange thing. The golden woman had always considered herself quite alert to the world around her. Sneaking up on her could be a near impossible challenge. She saw the world around her in a more tactical light though, lacking the artistic luster that she imagined Mati surely saw the world in. There was no other explanation as to how Anann had gone this long with out noticing the small treasure that littered the beach. It was always dangers that I was told lurk everywhere. She said with a laugh. Though looking for treasures is definitely more fun.

Rem sniffed at the offered hand, then rested his velvety nose against the finely furred hand, nudging at it gently. After all his effort of breaking the ice, he surely deserved a pet from the pretty lady. Anann just shook her head at Rem's attention whoring ways. She watched quietly on the sidelines and Mati got more acquainted with her first equine. You know, You're brother has a horse as well. A bit smaller than Rem, and a dark red in the body, with black legs and mane and tail. Anann added casually after a moment or two.

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