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09.Apr.12, 09:18 AM
The Dining Hall was mostly uneventful, as the population came and went, some dropping by for a late lunch while other's claimed an early dinner or simply a snack. There was a small group, chatting and talking while they drank by an open fireplace. The rumble of voices was fairly soothing and was just what B'jin had been looking for when he had Larrikith bring him to the Hall as the afternoon hours hit their peak. He carried in his right hand a Hessian sack that was bulging with it's contents. It was flung with abandon over his shoulder, bumping lightly against the man's back as he walked. His left hand, free from contents, shoved his hair back off his forehead as the greenrider made his way on light feet to an empty table by the Harper stage, and claimed it as his own.
Throwing the sack on top of the table where it rustled and clunked, B'jin left it there for a moment as he made his way over to the table housing drinks and poured himself a large mug of redfruit juice. He drank half of it while he stood there, refilled it, and then made his way back to the table he had dumped his things on. A moment later, B'jin was sitting in the centre of a table meant to seat six people, with the items of the carry sack spread out before him. Lengths of leather, were draped across the table while buckles rested around his crossed legs, a needle was resting before his foot and a roll of heavy duty twine for sewing was beside it. Lifting his left hand to brush his hair uselessly out of his face - only for it to fall back exactly where it had been a moment before - B'jin used his eyes and his fingers to measure out a length of the longer leather. He made a marker on it with a charcoal stick before remeasuring it to make sure. When he had confirmed it was the right length, the rider used a small, sharp knife that had been resting atop his ankle to slice it with a flick.
Putting the measured strip closer to him, B'jin measured out what was left of the other part and then smiled happily. The expression changed into a huff as he blew hair out of his eyes with a breath and flicked his head irritably. Frowning, he picked up a clip, examined it carefully to make sure it contained no faults, and set it to balance on his folded knee. Next, he picked up the thread and needle, cutting a length of the twine before threading it onto the needle. Picking the buckle back up he slipped it onto the leather and folded the leather over at the appropriate spot. Using quick, steady moves that belied the effort required to sew through the heavy duty straps, B'jin quickly finished off the first part. Tying off the not and cutting the twin, B'jin examined it carefully with a critical eye. Making riding straps was never to be taken lightly; making those straps for Larrikith even less so.
Putting the strap aside that he'd finished with, B'jin picked up his mug and absently brushed his hair out of his eyes again, hardly aware of the motion as he frowned at the lengths of leather still sitting before him. The mug was set down carefully where it wouldn't be knocked over by accident and B'jin picked up the next length, once more measuring it with eye and hand before going through the slicing and sewing. Caught up in his work, and not paying attention to the Hall around him, B'jin hummed placidly to himself as he worked.
[sup]B'jin is being a busy little bee. So! I invite everyone to photobomb him for 2-3 tags each xD DO IT. Please? ;;[/sup]
Throwing the sack on top of the table where it rustled and clunked, B'jin left it there for a moment as he made his way over to the table housing drinks and poured himself a large mug of redfruit juice. He drank half of it while he stood there, refilled it, and then made his way back to the table he had dumped his things on. A moment later, B'jin was sitting in the centre of a table meant to seat six people, with the items of the carry sack spread out before him. Lengths of leather, were draped across the table while buckles rested around his crossed legs, a needle was resting before his foot and a roll of heavy duty twine for sewing was beside it. Lifting his left hand to brush his hair uselessly out of his face - only for it to fall back exactly where it had been a moment before - B'jin used his eyes and his fingers to measure out a length of the longer leather. He made a marker on it with a charcoal stick before remeasuring it to make sure. When he had confirmed it was the right length, the rider used a small, sharp knife that had been resting atop his ankle to slice it with a flick.
Putting the measured strip closer to him, B'jin measured out what was left of the other part and then smiled happily. The expression changed into a huff as he blew hair out of his eyes with a breath and flicked his head irritably. Frowning, he picked up a clip, examined it carefully to make sure it contained no faults, and set it to balance on his folded knee. Next, he picked up the thread and needle, cutting a length of the twine before threading it onto the needle. Picking the buckle back up he slipped it onto the leather and folded the leather over at the appropriate spot. Using quick, steady moves that belied the effort required to sew through the heavy duty straps, B'jin quickly finished off the first part. Tying off the not and cutting the twin, B'jin examined it carefully with a critical eye. Making riding straps was never to be taken lightly; making those straps for Larrikith even less so.
Putting the strap aside that he'd finished with, B'jin picked up his mug and absently brushed his hair out of his eyes again, hardly aware of the motion as he frowned at the lengths of leather still sitting before him. The mug was set down carefully where it wouldn't be knocked over by accident and B'jin picked up the next length, once more measuring it with eye and hand before going through the slicing and sewing. Caught up in his work, and not paying attention to the Hall around him, B'jin hummed placidly to himself as he worked.
[sup]B'jin is being a busy little bee. So! I invite everyone to photobomb him for 2-3 tags each xD DO IT. Please? ;;[/sup]
