First step to building a dream

Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 01-05-2012, 01:21 AM

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Backdated to the third, anyone is welcome to participate. Second thread in boat building.

After the heartfelt discussion with his mate, he was too wound up to sit still. Besides, the idea of the boat was getting to him. He threw on a red flannel shirt over his carpenter jeans, and dug his hammer out of a drawer in the kitchen and slipped it through the strap on the jeans. The shirt was to keep the bite of the wind from him. While he was mostly an arctic wolf and built for the cold, there was something in his heritage that made him strongly dislike the cold winter chill. It didn't seem too windy, though, which was nice.

On his way to the beach where they were to build the boat, he stopped at Tameri's grave. He touched the cairn of stones lightly. "Hey baby girl. Daddy's going to go work on the boat. Wish you could see it, I think you would have enjoyed watching us build it. You might have even helped us if you could shift. I know you're watching over us though. Not a day doesn't go by when we don't think of you." It was as if he could feel her rub against his legs, the way she loved to greet him. A bittersweet smile crossed his lips, and he continued on his way to the beach.

Skye had taken the books home, but some, himself included, had elected to borrow one to read up on. His was on the more technical aspects of boat building, so he felt qualified -sort of- to start work. He was sitting on a stone, using a plane and chisel to smooth a piece of wood to just the right curve, when it occurred to him the others would probably like to help. After all, it was supposed to be a pack project. For a moment, he was annoyed with himself. It was a long trek back to Skye's house to have her call everyone. Then he remembered his position as a council member, along with his mate, and he grinned crookedly.

The howl was short and simple, and very inviting. After letting the call loose, he resumed his work on the piece of wood he was working on. While he'd been a little rusty at first, since he hadn't really done anything since the caravan, the curve of the wood was clear. He referred to the diagram and back to the piece he was working on, a smile of satisfaction on his lips, his tail wagging. He set the piece down and began working on another piece to match the first. They were a bit rough, but the sanding would come later, after the rough skeleton was formed. The smell of the wood and the water filled his nostrils, the sounds of birds in the forest behind him and the body of water in front of him filled his ears.

He looked forward to others coming and helping. Those who had worked on the caravan had seemed closer afterward, hopefully the boat would fulfill the same function. After all, D'Arte was founded on love of art, he'd been told, so the boat was an art that would draw everyone close again.

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Hotaru · 01-05-2012, 07:29 PM

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With the help of Fawkes, and a little luck, Hotaru had managed to make herself look halfway decent. She didn't really care about how she looked, after all why would a blind wolf care about anything one might see. But her mane was getting long as was the extra fur on her arms. These needed to be trimmed if she was going to work with wood. With careful precision and a great deal of patience, Hotaru had managed to trim the fur back. Although a little uneven, her hair now looked more like a short mane and the fur on her arm was trimmed to the point where it was almost even with the rest of her coat. Still, the blind wolf looked as wild as ever; something that might never change.

With the matter of her hair out of the way, Hotaru was free to work on more important matters at hand. Namely, the boat. The grey wolf went over to where she kept her bag and tools. Her hands worked carefully over their tips as she chose which ones might best suit her purpose. When her bag was packed so full of tools that some stuck out, she set out towards the beach. Fawkes flew over head, far above the tree line where he could enjoy the thermals and fly to his heart's content. As Hotaru neared the place where the boat was to be built she heard Taliesin's voice, his call ringing out across the lands an inviting others to join him. The blind wolf paused, her ears listening to the short cry. She wondered if she should continue on, to answer his call, or to simply turn around and work on her own projects. Hotaru didn't like the idea of working with others, as she found they tended to gawk at her or doubt her abilities. But, the boat was a pack project and she should get used to that idea.

Soon the blind wolf was crossing the beach, her staff passing lightly over the sand. She normally didn't use it while at the beach because she had spent a lot of time on the sandy shores. However, with all of the wood and equipment laying on the sand, she couldn't be too careful. With a polite smile and a relaxed tail, Hotaru approached her pack mate while saying, "Good day Taliesin. Mind if I join you?"

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Skye Collins · 01-15-2012, 02:33 AM

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Skye smiled when she heard the white male's call out to the pack, inviting them in. She assumed that he was calling out to work on the boat, which, lately, had been coming along quite nicely. She was glad to hear the note of invitation in his voice, a sign of all the pack members to come and witness and aid the creation of one of the pack's finest masterpieces they've ever created. It was also refreshing to hear the new note of authority he held in his voice now that he had made it into a spot in the Council; she thought that he would make a fine member. He hadn't run away like many others had from the pack at the slightest hint of trouble; he had stayed and had promised her loyalty, one of the greatest things a pack member could give to the pack.

Shaking her mind loose from these things, she focused on the task at hand and walked to the area on the beach where Taliesin called from; nothing on her Optime form except for the belt with the dagger she went nowhere, no place on earth, without, she sauntered to the place; she was in a high spirit, the thoughts of bad things being pushed away from the pack with the creation of one of the things that bound it together. Exploration, creation, trading, art; things that founded the pack and attracted people to it, she thought as her feet stepped off of grassy terrain and entered sandy beaches.

She spotted the white male working on a frame of the boat and saw where she had lain her wood on the sand; she was glad to see him working on it and even more glad to see that he had asked for help, for teamwork. She smiled at the man. "Good day, Taliesin; thank you for starting on the boat, it looks like it'll be excellent already," she remarked kindly.

She didn't forget Hotaru, however, and she turned to the woman immediately afterwards, who had a relaxed tail and posture as well as a slight smile, something she hadn't seen in the woman very often. "Hello, Hotaru," she greeted warmly.

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Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 01-17-2012, 01:11 AM

Tal smiled at Hotaru, even knowing she couldn't see it. A smile was something you could hear in a voice. While his voice held the undercurrent of grief for his daughter, it held pride in his work, and welcoming for his pack mate. "Greetings Hotaru. There's a nice smooth rock not far from where you're standing, prefect to sit on. I am glad you came to join me." There was no pity in his gaze, nor rude curiosity. Actually, he had a blind uncle, Edgar. His mom and Edgar had been in Jaded Shadows together for a while, where they had discovered their shared father. He wondered whatever had happened to the male, he would have liked to meet this uncle of his.

As the Captaina approached, he nodded his respectful welcome. Her words made him grin crookedly, his tail wagging again. "Thank you, Skye. I was following the plans in that book I borrowed. It gets a bit technical in places, but I think I am following it pretty well. I figured we could get the pieces carved out before we pegged them together and began sanding them. If that sounds good to you." He was no artisan, but he was enjoying making things, feeling them spring out from the work he did with them. He could see why others chose this as their profession.

For a moment, he wondered whatever happened to Daemon, the leather worker. He had made a salve for the man after hearing about the wounds the man had. He shrugged it off mentally as his hands fell back into the soothing rhythm of the plane and the chisel, molding the wood into the shape he wanted it to be for the ship. He didn't know if he should continue to take lead on this right now, or if he should step back and let the Capitana, the dominant wolf, take charge of the project again. After all, it was her dream to begin with, she had just shared it with them, asked them to share in the wonders of the dream with her.

He glanced at the other two for a moment, before letting his mismatched gaze drop down to the sweet smelling wood. He had fallen in love with the smell of sawdust when they built the caravan. He was remembering that as he worked with the wood, watching small pieces drift away from the larger piece in his hand, draped across his lap.

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Hotaru · 01-20-2012, 09:37 PM

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To Hotaru the pack always seemed strong and weak at the same time. The Artists were weak because of how the death and betrayal had disturbed the pack order. It had led to fights between mates and friends. Many had left the pack and their leader was still young and untested. The pack had been shaken to it's very core, and was struggling because of it. Even Hotaru wondered once if she should leave such a delicate pack, yet she was tied to it and any fate that may befall it. There was no telling if another pack would be so willing to take her in. Yet despite it's weaknesses Cercatori d'Arte was strong. They were gathering together and working through their differences. They were building a boat, and for once Hotaru didn't feel like a spectator. She felt like a part of the pack and welcomed it's warmth. The pack had accepted her and in many ways their kindness made it strong.

Taking Taliesin's direction Hotaru searched for the rock he spoke about. It wasn't hard to find, Hotaru knew where most of the rocks were and from there she was able to guess which one the male had spoken of. She used her staff to test it's dimensions. She tapped it softly against the sides at different locations and ran the wood across the top before extending her arm to find the back. True to his words the rock was wonderfully flat and would make a great spot for her to sit and work. The blind wolf deposited her shoulder bag at its base and was about to thank Taliesin when the blind wolf heard approaching footsteps. Hotaru's red-tipped ears flicked back as she listened to the Captaina's greeting.

Hotaru turned and bowed slightly to Skye. "Good day." It was important to always give precedence to the highest ranking wolves. With her greeting to Skye given the blind wolf turned back to Taliesin. She would need some help figuring out how to shape and form the wood. Once Hotaru had a clear picture in her mind she would be able to work well enough. With the help of her walking stick Hotaru made her way over to the male saying, "Thank you for the rock suggestion earlier, it will be a great place to work. Are there any finished pieces that need to be replicated? Or would you like some help with anything you might be working on?" What the grey wolf really wanted to ask was if either Taliesin or Skye needed help with woodcarving. However, she believed it would be rude to ask the Captiana if she needed help. If Skye wanted Hotaru's help, Skye could ask for it. Hotaru was just trying her best to be helpful without being rude.

High up in the sky Fawkes watched as the wolves worked on their boat. He had no intentions of landing, the thermals at the beach were too tempting for him to pass up. Occasionally he would swoop down, but otherwise the red tailed hawk remained high in the sky doing loops and circles.

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