20.Feb.13, 04:49 PM
Being a healthy individual, he had never had much of a need to visit the healing hall. He'd heard of "the Wherry" receptionist and had always envisioned a small, two-footed dragon sitting on a stool and directing people with toothy smiles. A month ago, she'd visited the MetalCraft hall right as they were preparing to close up shop and requested a special job for her daughter's son's daughter - or was it her cousin's son's daughter? Being tired, he hadn't the brainpower to remember, but did note that Wherry was indeed not a dragon but a human. The project had been completed, and the delivery date had come and gone with no pickup, no payment, and no further instructions or contact.
Oahvakeen found himself struggling to walk as he slowly tortoised his way through the waxed halls, burdened with the heavy, bulky, and awkward instrument. The loosely wrapped hide-skin that protected and covered it only complicated things, as it was constantly threatening to flop off, over, or otherwise hinder his progress.
When he reached the entrance of Harper Hall, he set it on the ground and knelt. There, he could wipe his brow and heave properly in exhaustion, and proceeded to do so liberally. Next, he examined the stitching that served to bind the makeshift covering pouch. Sewing had never been his forte. The threads had come unraveled, and this seemed to be why the skin was being so difficult, though it could not account for the harp's size or weight.
Oahvakeen found himself struggling to walk as he slowly tortoised his way through the waxed halls, burdened with the heavy, bulky, and awkward instrument. The loosely wrapped hide-skin that protected and covered it only complicated things, as it was constantly threatening to flop off, over, or otherwise hinder his progress.
When he reached the entrance of Harper Hall, he set it on the ground and knelt. There, he could wipe his brow and heave properly in exhaustion, and proceeded to do so liberally. Next, he examined the stitching that served to bind the makeshift covering pouch. Sewing had never been his forte. The threads had come unraveled, and this seemed to be why the skin was being so difficult, though it could not account for the harp's size or weight.