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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 17, 2012 13:59:49 GMT -5
The tanrider followed the prickly smell of wood dust to his destination. He bowed his head to squeeze in under the entry overhang, and found the rock inside pleasantly clearing his head by at least five inches. He stifled a cough and swallowed, trying to dislodge the itch from his throat. Q'sis was not sure if it was a profusion of leftovers from the work or an innate dryness permeating the wind. He brushed a knuckle against the corner of his right eye as he searched the room.
Stools. Beams. Stone counters. No sign of the woodsmith. He advanced, noting the strange orange glow that passed over the upright pegs and posts. He followed the gleam to its source: a corner hearth, smoke piped out some natural channel in the Weyr wall. A line of unmounted cabinets stood at attention next to the fire. Q'sis opened the door of one, then abandoned it to go hunt by the nearest counter. To his distaste he found the print of a small shoe on the counter corner.
A frame was set-up nearby, a three-legged stool mounted within. Q'sis bent at the waist, then realized such measures would not be sufficient and squatted all the way down. He squeezed one of the finished legs, then raised the stool to get a look under its skirt at the hole where the last leg would be locked in. He prodded the inset with his short finger, then rubbed his thumbpad against the edge, eyes rising ceilingward to tally what crafts were hanging there as well.
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Post by Chek on Aug 17, 2012 14:46:00 GMT -5
The door to her workshop was open. Again.
Oddinya twitched faintly as she increased her pace, a tray of foodstuffs balanced on one hand. She didn’t know what it was about her partially completed workshop that constantly had people poking around inside, but she needed to find out so she could make it stop. At least this time she wasn’t working – looking up to a half dozen brats staring at you might be the worst invasion of her area yet.
At least they wouldn’t be coming back. Odd’s lips twitched into a smirk thinking about chasing that lot out. Still, business at hand.
She bumped the door the rest of the way back open with her hip, striding easily under the doorframe – there were advantages to being rather small, after all – and immediately growling at the sight that met her. She slammed her tray down on the nearest counter with a clatter and snarled, “Put that down! It isn’t finished yet, and you’re getting your oils all over it! If you ruin it, so help me…”
The man was tall, tall enough that up close she’d be looking upwards at quite an angle to meet his eyes, but that didn’t stop her from snagging one of her woodturning chisels and attempting to shoo him away from the partially completed stool, menacing him meaningfully with the sharp blade.
She held it like she knew how to use it on more than just wood.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 17, 2012 16:50:41 GMT -5
Q'sis detected a shrill female voice and ignored it, fussing with the unfinished stool till he was satisfied with the inset's smoothness. By that time, the shadow of the chisel was wagging around at the corners of his eyes. He rose, turning as he did to face Oddinya and her pointed threat. But his attention did not stay on the chisel for long.
At first he assumed she was a child, and doubtless responsible for the counter tracks. But certain traits jumped out at him, even in miniature, that children tended not to possess. He looked slightly less down and saw the rank knots at her shoulder. He double-checked the quality of her face to ensure she was not a boy (lower aspects aside), but found the silhouette broken by flecks of ruined skin. Q'sis' eyebrows knotted together. He looked at her knots again, to the tray she had stowed on the countertop, then back to her body.
She had strange eyes. They looked beady from the distance, shiny, but he could tell one was a different color than the other. Aside from that, and from the fractures of tone in her skin, she was a woman. Still, that left him with a lot of things to comment on. He settled with "You were burned in the fire?" and raised his hand in a broad gesture at her face. No one in the lower caverns should have had to ask what fire he meant.
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Post by Chek on Aug 17, 2012 17:11:32 GMT -5
Dissatisfied with his disobedience to her demands to get away from her work, she went in for a mock stab to drive him back, glancing as she did at the violated stool. She really couldn’t know what damage had been done until she had a chance to examine it, but at least she hadn’t gotten the final leg on and gotten the stain or lacquer on yet. Mr. Must-Touch-Ongoing-Projects would likely have gotten his massive, unsightly fingerprints everywhere.
With growing aggravation as he silently looked between her face, shoulder knots, her food tray and the rest of her body, she finally made to whack him with the chisel to make him take a step back. Blood was terrible to clean off, regardless of how much more satisfying a stabbing would be.
Most would think she’d be used to the treatment by now, and for the most part she was – but this man had gotten on her nerves by touching her projects. Without permission. To say nothing of just walking into her shop. No, he was without the benefit of the doubt today.
But then he had to go and ask the single most…ridiculous question (though she consciously choose to ignore the fact that not everyone could know who was who in a weyr), “Seeing as how I arrived here less than a fortnight ago, I fail to see how I could have been burned in a fire that took place that long before my arrival.” At least she knew what he was talking about – but then, it always paid to research your future home. “No, this,” she gestured at the marks curtly, revealing similar blemishes on her hands and lower arms as she sleeves flapped with her motions, “is natural. And that is all that needs be said on the matter.”
She glared at him, turning her face slightly so she could keep him in the center of her one-eyed vision, “What brings you to my workshop to touch things that are none of your business,” she glanced over his shoulder knots, “Dragonrider?”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 17, 2012 17:41:08 GMT -5
Q'sis did not move as the chisel's broad side connected with his riding jacket. His brows relaxed at Oddinya's answer.
"Natural. I understand." He did not miss the adjustment of her face. "You are the only woodworker." It was not much of a question, though it might have started out that way. Unfortunately Q'sis was a shade too experienced in Dalibor's choice of Craftsmen to believe otherwise. "There are some simple things you must make for me."
He pulled forward a runner-style satchel looped over his shoulder, extracting three rolled hides from it. He finally moved- toward Oddinya, but just enough to her left that he did not run her over on his trip to the countertop. Beside her tray he began laying out the hides, which were trimmed to barely two-page size. The first had a list of specifications, a desire for dark wood and down-fluffed cushions, and a serviceable diagram of a high chair. He did not unroll the other two hides.
Q'sis pointed at the chair's image. "Two of these, by Summer. This one is for me. The other is simpler, but the man who must fit it is the same height. He is just skinny and weak." He picked up the third hide and opened it up. There was a sketch of two dragons at the center, male above and female below, almost in contact. Q'sis had scratched in and then wiped out a few extra drawings of each dragon's head, his artistic skills failing on the animate. "If you need a reference for this carving, you can look at my dragon, but she's not a little one like these. Just go find the right color. This one is blue, and this one pink. Don't paint them."
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Post by Chek on Aug 17, 2012 18:24:26 GMT -5
The chisel did nothing to the tall rider in the room, as Oddinya had sadly suspected it would not, but at least he accepted her answer and moved on to business. That didn’t make up for the violation of the sanctity of her shop, but at least it meant he’d remove himself from her presence sooner.
She followed him to the counter, kicking a stool over as she went and stepping up, brows already furrowed as she examined the diagram and specifications. “I’ll need to take leg and torso measurements for you both, or you’ll need to get them from your ‘skinny and weak’ man and bring them to me. Shoulder to rump,” she mimed the distance on herself, touching the top of her shoulder and then the top of her leg, just under the cheek of her rump, “and then hip to knee, and knee to floor. Otherwise the chair might come out oddly proportioned.” She swung a cabinet over her head open and pulled out a roll of sting, pushing it aside for the moment.
“These chairs will cost you; less if you’re content with having them stained darker rather than having a dark wood as a base. If you want a dark wood, I’ll need to have custom cuts ordered in from Southern – we’d be looking at…oh, a half dozen marks per chair. Horribly expensive. If you can stand a stained piece, we’re closer to…” she tapped her lower lip as she calculated, “Three marks for the set. Maybe four, but I have an in with a weaver who might get me the padding and seat cover cheaper. Either way, the timeline is within reason.”
She scooted the diagrams for the chairs up to join the string, and firmly pulled the third design out of the rider’s hands, “Hm. You’re lucky I’m trained for this.” She examined the drawing for a long moment, then hopped off her stool to go rummage around in one of the lower cupboards, returning with two cubes of wood, each the length of Q’sis’s hand in the length and width. “I have a bit more leeway on these – this,” she lifted the block with one side polished to a bright, unnatural blue, “is pressure infused with a blue dye that colors the whole block this color. And this,” she set the other block on the counter, it’s polished sample side a soft pinkish shade, striated with ripples of a brighter pink, “is from the root bundle of a local shrub. Two marks for the blue, half for the pink, and another two for the custom carving. These you can touch, if you wish to examine them.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 17, 2012 19:30:14 GMT -5
Q'sis released the carving design to Oddinya's care, twisting away from the counter and watching her scoot off her stool with it. He surveyed her walk away from him, but even in-proportion it still struck him as child-like. He shrugged off his interest and instead stared down the cubes the woodsmith was returning with. He did graze his fingertips over the pink one when it was offered, but frowned.
"I don't want colored wood. Just the regular kind. Medium. Reddish. I just want the carving to look like those kinds of dragons, but not their color." The tanrider snorted; the difference should have been obvious even if his drawing was poor. "You can bill everything to my employer, Dalibor Weyr. Though you're already employed by said Weyr to provide your Craft, and it's practice for you, so really it should not cost us anything. Use the Southern wood. I will go and get the other man's measurements for you now."
He picked up the still-rolled hide, and one of the dainties from Oddinya's tray. He got out the door before he finished swallowing the foodstuff down, and called back through the hall: "So eat something while you wait!"
Q'sis had a ways to walk, and his dragon was nowhere in sight, but he did not mind the excursion. He headed north to the infirmary, where he found L'kie at work as usual. Stepping up behind the Journeyman, he seized L'kie's shoulder and slammed him down over the legs of his current patient. Pinning him there, he pulled up a filched roll of measuring rope and braced it to the shoulder, letting it trail down to L'kie's rear. He laid down the hide he had brought on his friend's back and bent over him while he wrote down the measurements. A similar procedure was followed for L'kie's leg. Then Q'sis left, and returned to the woodshop.
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Post by Chek on Aug 21, 2012 17:13:25 GMT -5
Odd twitched visibly at the sheer flippant audacity of the dragonrider, slamming a hand down onto the counter and flinging a stray knife at the closing door as he pranced out with her food. She had to breath deeply for a long moment, calming her overwhelming irritation, and then walked across the room to pull the quivering knife free from the wood of the door.
Luckily, she had already discussed this particular potential occurrence with the Headwoman, and had a few, precious sheets of paper with contracts meticulously written out on them in one of the drawers.
It didn’t take her long to find them, pulling one free and digging out a small pot of blue ink and a quill that still had some sharpness to the nib so she could carefully scribble out a few lines of pricing and other requirements. That done, she dug out another block of wood, reddish as requested, with a pleasing burl, and set it on the counter for consideration. The other blocks went back into their cupboard.
Tasks done, at least for the moment, she settled down with her meal to await the return of the wherry-faced dimglow who’d decided to make her day difficult.
Meanwhile, L’kie was reacting to Q’sis ‘s abrupt arrival with his typical exasperated resignation. Luckily, the patient in question was his sister, so it wasn’t as awkward as it could have been when he was bent over her legs and thoroughly measured, the tall tanrider leaving without a word as soon as he was done.
Damali blinked after Q’sis as he strode out, looking between the door and her brother, mouth opening as if she wanted to say something. L’kie, straightening up, sighed, “What?”
The redhead looked at him suspiciously, “Was that…did he just proposition you?”
L’kie planted his face in one hand, heaving a massive sigh, “No.” He was, however, going to have to warn Delilah that Q’sis was being…stranger than normal.
Back in the woodshop, Odd looked up when her door opened again, and had to resist the urge to throw the knife again. “If you want the Weyr to pay for your personal order,” she started without preamble, lifting the piece of paper in the air delicately, “You’ll need this signed by the Weyrwoman and your Wingleader, and then approved by the Headwoman, since it’ll be coming out of her discretionary funds.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Aug 25, 2012 13:13:35 GMT -5
"Is it a personal request for my friends and I to have somewhere to sit that doesn't require breaking our legs to fit?" Q'sis growled. He snatched the paper from her hand, then paused in whatever protest he was going to make as he mushed the grainy texture between his fingers, intrigue lighting his face. He laid the missive back down on the table, bracing his hands to either side as he scanned it. "Agreed. Just have it done by Summer." The tanrider eyed the new wood Oddinya had provided for the carving. "Not that. Use the pink wood for both." He took up her pen to edit the listed pricing.
He started to point at Odd, but observed her unfinished lunch vitals and and directed his extending arm down at her. He stole one, but had yet to eat it while he issued an addendum, "But the top dragon must still look like a blue. If it looks like two pinks, I will burn your work." He straightened up from the table, trying to roll the paper, then finding it worked better if he folded it into thirds. "You seem industrious. Get to work. And I will continue keeping you alive long enough to have that opportunity." Q'sis waved the folded paper at Oddinya, then tucked it into his belt pouch. He followed with popping the dainty into his mouth, raising his black brows at her, then turning his back to depart.
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