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13.May.13, 01:59 PM
The large bucket of water sat at Isscer’s feet, long strands of straw soaking so they would remain pliable when needed. With the heat being what it was in the South, he had managed to convince some of the Beastcrafters to set aside a portion of the straw for hat making. Something was needed to shade the farmers and herders from the sun, and Isscer was nothing if not a problem-solver by nature.
The plait was already beginning to take shape, hands moving automatically to shape the straw into a neat and tidy plait. After enough of the plait was completed a hat could be formed, but as it was the plait was much too short. From his vantage point in an open section of the Craft Hall, Isscer could just see out the door.
Edik had wandered away, and that in itself was suspicious enough. The brown firelizard was not fond of playing with others, preferring to keep to himself, and Isscer could only wonder what he was up to. Most likely no good! The Farmcrafter had to wince at the thought, imagining all the terrible things his flit could have gotten into--what if he got into the Kitchens?
The familiar sound of scuffling and talons made Isscer turn to look behind him; at the awkward angle he could only see a bit of a tail poking out of his bag but the color was suspiciously brown. “Edik!” He boomed, pinching the plait between the fingers of one hand. The firelizard emerged, a scrap of fabric clutched in one talon, and Edik slunk over to Isscer. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The door to the Craft Hall swung open even as Isscer pried the fabric from Edik, and Isscer could hear the person the bauble belonged to asking about a brown firelizard to the Crafter who sat outside the door, whittling. Isscer winced and shot Edik a glare; the brown, agitated, flicked his tail and blinked between. Shaking his head, Isscer prepared himself for the discovery, the fabric dangling loosely from his free hand.
The plait was already beginning to take shape, hands moving automatically to shape the straw into a neat and tidy plait. After enough of the plait was completed a hat could be formed, but as it was the plait was much too short. From his vantage point in an open section of the Craft Hall, Isscer could just see out the door.
Edik had wandered away, and that in itself was suspicious enough. The brown firelizard was not fond of playing with others, preferring to keep to himself, and Isscer could only wonder what he was up to. Most likely no good! The Farmcrafter had to wince at the thought, imagining all the terrible things his flit could have gotten into--what if he got into the Kitchens?
The familiar sound of scuffling and talons made Isscer turn to look behind him; at the awkward angle he could only see a bit of a tail poking out of his bag but the color was suspiciously brown. “Edik!” He boomed, pinching the plait between the fingers of one hand. The firelizard emerged, a scrap of fabric clutched in one talon, and Edik slunk over to Isscer. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The door to the Craft Hall swung open even as Isscer pried the fabric from Edik, and Isscer could hear the person the bauble belonged to asking about a brown firelizard to the Crafter who sat outside the door, whittling. Isscer winced and shot Edik a glare; the brown, agitated, flicked his tail and blinked between. Shaking his head, Isscer prepared himself for the discovery, the fabric dangling loosely from his free hand.
