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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 19, 2012 13:07:16 GMT -5
Q'sis punted the door open when he found it closed, prowled down the rows of half-finished stools and lurking worktables, and slapped a piece of paper down on a counter. Folded and sealed with Dalibor's official (counterfeit) stamp, the paper boasted a list of required signatures, all forged by the ex-trader's own hand. He had even waited a couple days to return his permissions so as to give the impression that he had gone hunting all across Dalibor for the needed persons. With that business concluded, he found he could smell someone's unfinished lunch goods somewhere in the workshop. He had been well-trained to show up in Oddinya's domain at lunchtime so as to score free dainties on top of what he had already claimed himself in the dining hall.
Today the new wherhandler appeared intent on hiding the tributes from him. But Q'sis had a vast range to his senses, standing well above the tallest upturned stool, and he walked the perimeter to scout all possible sanctuaries.
"It's a bed. A necessity, as I indicated before," he instructed as he grasped the back of an armchair by the hearth and turned its empty seat towards him. He unfolded his fingers from the padding, nudging the chair back into place with his boot. He did take some time to lift the skirts of those finished tables that already had covers draped over them. "I have the measurements for myself and one of the other occupants. The rest will be grown men in their more deficient sizes." He had passed by a row of cabinets on the east wall once already, but a second survey had his nose suggesting that he had been too hasty. Approaching the first cabinet, he seized the handle and...pulled the door off. It had not been hinged yet. Q'sis turned around the door hanging in his hand, then set it on top of the cabinet. He proceeded to the next, and made a less violent extraction of the frontpiece, though this one proved already attached.
He knocked it shut with a finger and moved on. "I've some skins waiting outside that I can bring in for you to examine their dimensions. If you can contract a better Weaver than whoever you have doing your tableclothes for the pillows, I will accept several large ones. No wherry down." He nudged his fingers around the corner of the next cabinet door and pried it open.
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Post by Chek on Sept 19, 2012 16:28:46 GMT -5
Rude man coming. That timely warning enabled Oddinya to smoothly pull her lunch from the countertop in front of her, sliding it into the special hidden warming tray she’d built into her worktable after the first time this particular individual had stolen parts of her lunch. Thankfully he didn’t catch onto the hint left by the empty space on the counter, instead slapping the sealed document down in front of her.
She picked it up delicately, looking at it somewhat skeptically, but regardless she slipped a knife under the seal and popped it open. She scrutinized the signatures for a moment, lifted an eyebrow is disbelief at Q’sis (who was now prowling her workroom – she suspected he was searching for her lunch) and then turned to rummage around in a cabinet – after unlocking it, of course.
Behind her, Oddisk jumped up on the latch concealing the hidden food, spreading herself out prettily and proceeding to pick specks of wood dust off her pale hide, slowly whirling eyes focused on the interloper even as she groomed herself. Odd, meanwhile, pulled a slightly crumpled set of forms out of the cabinet – one was the original write-up of the tanrider’s chair and art order, and the other was a blank, signed copy of the very form the tall man had just turned in to her.
She scrutinized the signatures, noting a few tells – one of those things her master insisted she know – that hinted at the possibility of a forgery, but over all…Odd decided it was close enough. Locking the original away again, she returned to the table to make edits to Q’sis’s copy of the fund grant.
“I’m going to resist the urge to wonder why in the world you find it necessary to have an orgy with multiple men and not just use blankets and the floor, but I am assuming it is something that makes sense to you riders.” Gently, Odd poured a measure of fine-grain sand on the paper, rubbing at the spot with a rubbery spindle of hardened sap until the ink on the paper wore away. Taking a quill she carefully wrote in her changes.
“Stop breaking my cabinets, you insufferable…” Not looking up from her work, though Oddisk hissed lowly at the rider, Odd snagged a knife off her bench and threw it – the blade thudded into the counter behind where Q’sis had just been standing.
If be rude, accurate rude. Aim off. Oddisk critiqued.
“Hush. And you – stop going through everything!” Putting the quill away, she blew gently on the ink, pleased. Now the tanrider’s previous order wasn’t weighing down her marks any longer. “Anyway – you did a good job on this. Free reign on materials, so yes, I know a better weaver – though we do have some other issues to discuss. Bring me those measurements first, though.”
She leaned down to slide the wooden wheels on her worktable into place and rolled it away to the edge of the room, tucking it into a spot between two finished tables and leaving herself a clear area in the center of the room.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 22, 2012 10:29:37 GMT -5
"Dragonriders, unlike common folk," and Q'sis looked significantly to the woodsmith. "Can afford all the necessary comforts for their orgies." Granted he could remember some especially luscious moments involving a medium of cold stone, but sobered back to sourness as he recalled who was responsible for most of them. "You are plainly inexperienced, or you would know that all that time on rock hurts the back." He noticed the flutter of Oddisk's wings as the wheret shifted to the counter, and kept glancing up every so often to see if she would migrate further.
He did not jump away from the knife, which he could tell was off. The only question was whether that was on-purpose or not. Odd's bonding with a freakish new variety of watchwher suggested certain mental instabilities. The wher said something in response to the pointy theatre, but Q'sis could not judge if it was a defense of him from hearing only Oddinya's rebuke. He grinned at the notice of material flexibility. "Don't forget the skybroom inlays." The tanrider headed over to deliver more missives, these ones on ordinary leather: a list of his measurements, and those of the skins he wanted to overlay the bed, and some numbers for a woman of similar smallness to Oddinya herself.
After handing those over, he turned to Oddisk, raising his eyebrows at the immature cyan. "It's in your nature to guard your master's valuables, speck," he observed, exchanging his short gloves for the longer wherhide that had been hanging off his belt. "But I've dealt with your kind before. You should wait till you are bigger."
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Post by Chek on Sept 26, 2012 16:55:49 GMT -5
“This example of common folk is responsible for your orgy bed, so you’d best maintain politeness ‘lest I rig it to collapse in the midst of your canoodling. What a mood breaker that would be, hm?” Still she took the leather measurements from Q’sis and laid them out on the floor, walking around them and calculating distances in her head, frowning as she realized how much she’d need to get for something of this size.
“Skybroom, hah! You’re just naming the most expensive wood you can, not that which would look best. No taste at all. You’re going to need a hardwood for the frame if you’re going to support this many people, and most of the ones I’m thinking of are nice and dark, with a reddish tint, since I figure you don’t want the one that sets to a ridiculously brilliant purple. But maybe the black…hm. Either way, it’s a matter of taste. With the red woods, either a pale softwood or a nice, small-grained black looks best, but…don’t you dare touch that wher.”
Oddinya lifted another knife from a counter, striding over to put her unintimidating bulk between herself and the tanrider, glaring fiercely while Oddisk hissed behind her, wings mantling open and eyes whirling an alarmed and angry orange, Rude man, no polite. Going to touch no permission! Rude! Rudest! Burlesk less rude!
“I will legitimately stab you, non-fatally for the sake of your poor dragon, if you take one more step or move to touch this wher. And then I will deny this and any future work for you on behalf of my entire craft. It is fully within my prerogative. Do NOT touch the wher.” Odd snarled, reached a hand back to rest against Oddisk’s cheek, the cyan still hissing with indignant fury at the man’s utterly scurrilous intentions.
Break the latch, Oddisk.
The cyan didn’t question her handler’s order to utterly foil Q’sis lunch stealing intentions, even if it meant three candlemarks with a hammer and chisel to break the lock on the drawer back open – Oddisk and Oddinya both were willing to accept a pyrrhic victory just this once. Standing, the tiny cyan caught the latch in her mouth and yanked it in the wrong direction, breaking the wood cleanly and then dropping the broken latch on the floor smugly.
“Now that that is no longer an issue, sit down and let us discuss this bed like reasonable adults, if it is within your capabilities, so you can get out of my workshop.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Sept 26, 2012 22:27:20 GMT -5
"Well I do want the bed," Q'sis observed, and went to take a nice, sedate seat. "That little blue-ish has monstrous wings. She'll fly. Someday when she stops whining, anyway." He propped his elbow on the armrest and tucked his knuckles to his cheek, waiting for Oddinya to return to being a reasonable adult.
He crossed his legs, rocking the point of his boot back and forth as he waited. "Darker is better. But I do like the notion of a little red. Bring me some of those blocks, like last time. My friends vastly appreciated your work, Oddinya. As I do every day, what with my occasional sitting requirement." The tanrider stroked the swath of black stubble coating his chin with his thumb. "You'd best not have lost quality over a simple thing like blood-bonding." He removed his long gloves, shelving them back on his thick belt before he wagged his shortened forefinger at her. "Get over it quick," he advised.
He could still smell the lingering whisps of lunch. Meat was involved somewhere, and perhaps, "Strawberries..." Q'sis looked over his shoulder at the broken latch. He pointed to it with the same abbreviated digit. "When are you going to get that out?" The green-eyed holdless bared his teeth, and it was only a smirk. "Surprised the speck didn't pester you for it. Perhaps long, hard lengths of wood aren't the only the only things you can handle."
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Post by Chek on Sept 28, 2012 15:27:35 GMT -5
Oddinya was off balance for a moment, not expecting him to cave quite that easily – once last glance at the broken latch, confirming that Oddisk was indeed the best wher possible – it was broken off fairly dramatically, but the cyan had broken the latch off, rather than rip it out; she’d be able to retrieve her lunch with little difficulty after Q’sis left.
Half victory unsatisfactory. Oddisk commented, spreading her large, lovely wings and settling back down, baleful gaze focused on the incredibly rude lout impinging on her territory. Coming in here with his tallness and his grabby hands. If this is what she had to deal with, getting her handler to be reasonably polite to people was going to be a trial. If they even deserved the politeness in the first place!
As Q’sis took a seat, Odd’s good eye visibly twitched, and she sucked a calming breath in through her teeth. She’d refrained from maiming irritating clients before, and she could do it again, despite it being such a strong urge.
“At least you show sense sometimes; really, skybroom inlay.” She muttered, ignoring the comment about her cyan – in his backwards way, that could have been a compliment. Striding over to one of the largest cabinets in the room, she swung the door open and looked inside for a long moment. The “cabinet” was in fact a somewhat disguised entrance into Oddinya’s dry storeroom, where planks and blocks of wood rested on racks and shelves.
Tapping a finger on her chin, she considered the room while Q’sis rambled in the background – one thing caught her attention and had her snapping around, “You’d do better than to suggest that bonding to a wher would in any way negatively impact my skill; does a healer loose the ability to stitch flesh when they Impress a dragon? Can a miner no longer find ore with a creat…firelizard on their shoulder? I’m sure you are just as aggravating now as you were before you Impressed; obviously your craft was harassment. I’m pleased to announce your skill has not decayed.”
Her eye twitched again. She really, really was going to end up stabbing a dragonrider today. She decided against dignifying this obsession with her lunch with any sort of response – and she almost didn’t dignify the rest of it with a response either.
“I’m sure you’re the only who enjoys handling long hard shafts of wood; you’ll have to control yourself. Follow.” Odd snatched a glowbasket and stepped into the darkened storeroom, inhaling the soothing smell of wood as she did so. “And don’t touch the statues. They are objects of art I am storing and they do not need to be covered in your massive fingerprints.”
The room was actually larger than her workroom; shelves lined the walls, some obviously too high for Odd to reach without assistance from a ladder; the center of the room was full of floor to ceiling racks, all of them long enough that long planks could rest on them without the risk of bowing – and every single inch of the room was stacked and piled with wood.
The only exception was a row of cloth covered shapes tucked against one wall - the mentioned statues.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 5, 2012 20:30:22 GMT -5
"Most Crafters cease to ascend after bonding, so yes," Q'sis observed. He followed the odd wherhandler and her bobbing glow into the storeroom, sniffing at the sharp pine on the air. The atmosphere felt as if it had weight, and congealed around him, tried to drown him in its heady thickness. He leaned down so Oddinya could hear him better. "I am Holdless by birth," he revealed, lifting his voice out of its usual grudging machinery and dipping into the salesman's honey once more. "My specialty was getting beautiful girls to wear whatever I wanted them to." Let the ShaftHandler snack on that.
The dragonrider straightened and looked first to the cloth-tucked decor. "I might not have noticed if you hadn't said anything." He rocked his weight precipitously toward the nearest cloaked offering, only to turn back and return to the Oddinya's tiny guiding post. "But I do have sharp eyes for the strange." He only lingered with her for a moment, pursuing his apparent curiosity soon after and prowling the halo of walking space surrounding the stored beams. Despite his size, he moved with care, ducking his head or shifting his shoulder in whenever it was needed. "Which ones for me?" he proposed, riding his fingers over the airspace just an inch off each beam. He stopped beside a plank of trimmed black treeflesh, the inset hue more purple than red. His hand stopped over it too, fingertips drifting lower.
He looked up at Oddinya. "Are strawberries your favorite?"
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Post by Chek on Oct 19, 2012 15:09:42 GMT -5
“Most Crafters are idiots. Just because you have a companion doesn’t give you the excuse to stop working on your Craft,” Odd grumbled, poking through the ends of one of the rows, counting off by the numbers etched in the wax sealing the ends of the boards, “You Trader then? Good, maybe if you keep coming to me for projects, I’ll start making you haggle for supplies yourself.” The same heavy atmosphere that Q’sis noticed invigorated Oddinya, the weight of centuries of growth waiting for her hands to make them into beautiful objects, always lifted her spirit. She could ignore the irritation that was Q’sis, in this room.
“I’d rather you notice and know to keep your hands off, rather than risk you breaking something in your curiosity, to be honest. Some of the pieces are very old, and very fragile.” Oddisk slunk into the room behind them, brushing against her handler’s shins as she disappeared into the cool darkness of the storage room. Oddinya, other than running a hand absently along the spine and wings of the passing cyan, continued touching numbers as if nothing had happened, eventually joining Q’sis to climb carefully up the shelf he was examining.
A scrabbling in one corner of the room, hidden by Oddinya’s stock, and accompanied by an excess of hissing, distracted her for a moment, but soon it was back to business. “Yes, anything on this shelf and the one behind you should be suitable,” she swung down easily from her perch, “The one you’re looking at there – that’s a bright red-purple in natural light; the ones above it shade to red, the ones below through purple and into a near-black. The other shelf has mostly orange and brown shades – all dense hardwoods, though.”
Oddisk suddenly appeared out of the darkness atop one of the racks, her claws griping the wooden beams lightly, as to not scuff them, the end of a tunnelsnake protruding from her mouth as she crouched, watching them with eyes that glowed with an eerie luminance in the dark room. Almost daintily, she finished her meal by tilting her head upwards and letting the rest of the faintly wriggling snake disappear into her mouth.
Spreading her wings, she leaped off, gliding to her handler and landing against her shoulder with a audible thump, forcing Oddinya to take a step forward to regain her balance – the disadvantage of a rapidly growing wher to a small woman. The cyan caught her claws in the back of Oddinya’s apron and settled, her head resting on her handler’s shoulder, on the blind side.
“Here,” the woodcrafter told Q’sis, handing him the basket of glows, “Look things over, decide which you like.” She walked away to pull some samples of laminates, eyes closed as she corrected for using Oddisk’s vision in the dark room, “And food is food, man. Sustenance and nothing more – no reason to pick favorites.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 24, 2012 14:40:34 GMT -5
The tanrider cocked an invisible glass to Oddinya's honesty.
"A 'companion,'" he echoed with cool amusement, word tweaked to slice back into her ears just so. He smirked upon venturing privately the possibilities of what he might be if he had been born Holdless and not been a trader. Maybe some of those things overlapped with trader business, but he used to find himself privileged among the dirtborn ranks. Respected. The rest of Odd's comment could be ignored. "You can put some of this on the inlay, since you're denying me the skybroom I have every right to," he said, poking the purple and grinning down at her. "But the rest must be the almost-red, almost-black." Q'sis had not yet chosen which wood fit this elusive criterion, but his upper lip wrinkled at the notion of "browns" and "oranges."
Oddisk's resurgence prompted a mild "You're no firelizard" of reprimand from the ex-wherhandler. "Too fat. Perhaps you're the woman and she's the flit, as she has the size of one. And the capacity to screech about any little thing, though that's between both women and flits." Q'sis actually refused to wander around anywhere, even with the glows in his hand. He watched Oddinya remove the laminates. "Are you saying that the strawberries were simply closest? That the tongue- which is one of the bits I happen to relish getting senses from -is inoperable on you? Did you get it blotted by one of your burns?" Oddinya had already explained the nature of her mottling to him. "Or did someone shave the top off for you?" The rider straightened away from her, rubbing his chin. "Can't imagine why."
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Post by Chek on Nov 7, 2012 16:09:28 GMT -5
After Q’sis latest round of commentary and insinuations, Oddinya just sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “You are a horrible, disgusting example of humanity, you realize. I dearly hope that you never breed. I’m not sure if the world would be able to cope with two insufferable boils of such vile…you. There is actually not a word that describes what a horrible person you are. I hope that makes you proud.”
Oddisk hissed at the tanrider, teeth bared, eyes edging towards orange in her own outrage at his comments, though she subsided under her handler’s gentle touch. “Purple and a dark red, fine, I’ll put the order in for the wood. I have your plans, and the sizing, and if you have any more little requests, please send a runner with a slate before you come down here yourself. Or, preferably, instead of coming down yourself.”
She shoved him in the hip, toward the door, though she obviously was ineffective, “Leave. Enough out of you, just leave. Come back for the bed in a few…six weeks. Bring your strong burly orgy mates to help carry it, but for now, for Faranath’s sake, get out of my workshop, you horrible man. And for the last time, they are not burns, you blathering idiot. I, unlike SOME people, have work to do.”
OOC: DIDN”T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY IN RESPONSE TO YOUR LAST HILARIOUS POST, AZZY, SO I JUST HAD HER GET TIRED OF HIM AND INSULT HIM. I am an underachiever. Also this thread was getting alarmingly old.
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