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Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Printable Version +- ORIGIN (https://origin.boreal-nights.space) +-- Forum: IC Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=50) +--- Forum: Year 8 Archives (https://origin.boreal-nights.space/forumdisplay.php?fid=70) +--- Thread: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? (/showthread.php?tid=10923) |
RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Forgraves - Dec 21 2022 Forgraves hummed, raising a curious brow at the 'little trees' as the blacksmith called them. they kinda looked like small bushes, yes, but when he thought back to the great tree in eridanus, or atleast what remained of it last he was there, it was suddenly incredibly impressive. what kind of work needed to go into a tree to keep it so small yet so beautiful? he'd have to ask another time. his ears would flick, a soft 'oh!' escaping him as a leaf fell on his head. he'd shake softly, and the leaf would find itself centered in the midst of one of his swirls. he seemed happy with this. he considered the Blacksmiths thoughts for a moment. Sheng had big ideas, but they never seemed to come to full fruition. maybe that's why forgraves had been so focused on trying again. he seemed to mumble to himself, something about needing more time and resources. he would twirl the comb in the sand, a long line of spring-like swirlings. he'd cough, a bit awkwardly, as he realized he'd been rambling for quite a bit. RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Game Master Dark - Dec 21 2022 He listened in silence.
It was just as important to listen as to speak, he'd found--to give advice. Maybe moreso. Sometimes, someone just needed to know that they were heard. And getting things off one's chest was always a weight lifted. But the more Forgraves spoke of his home being... too cramped, of having no space of his own, the more curious the Blacksmith grew. He hadn't realized the fox had such a large family. "You are welcome... to come here... whenever you like. To lose yourself... for awhile, in the garden; and to... breathe. Just leave the comb... where you found it," he added, with gentle humor. "But... tell me... Why is your home... so small, for too many? Can you not... make it larger?" He had a way that he might be able to help; but he had to know, first, that the problem was something he could solve. @Forgraves RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Forgraves - Dec 21 2022 He perked up, a moved smile crossing his features once more. he paused. the breath he took before talking again could be telling as anything things had developed since the last time they had spoken. he paused to take a breath. another pause for breath. and another. he clears his throat, wishing he had some tea right now, before finally finishing up. as he finally comes down from his little rant slash ramble, he looks up at the blacksmith. he seems briefly aware he just kinda word vomited but he shows no obvious shame for it. he did ask. RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Game Master Dark - Dec 21 2022 Ahhh. Well, this couldn't have been more perfect, really.
He listened with patient interest to the description of all of Forgraves' new family--of their home, the threat of collapse and the varying sizes of the dens. "I do... have a suggestion," he murmured. It hadn't ever really been his specialty, but it was a magic that could help them nonetheless. It had helped him, at least, in detailing out his workshop's shape. "If you can... gather your family... I can come and... aid. Grant you all... a new magic, to sense the earth... to find where it is strong; where... it is weak. Where you can... safely dig. Where there are... faults. It will allow you... to carve out all the home... that you wish--all the gardens... without fear." He smiled, again. He would be glad--honored, even--to be able to help the Gembounds in such a way. @Forgraves RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Forgraves - Jan 23 2023 Forgraves had, momentarily, gone back to making swirling patterns around the rock as the Blacksmith spoke. however, he looked back up, eyes wide in intrigue at the mention of magical aid. "all the gardens... without fear." said the blacksmith, and something about it made his heart swell in warmth. he would like that. RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Game Master Dark - Jan 23 2023 Again he listened, quiet. His hands rested in his lap.
Ahh-... As for magic, he could offer enlightenment on that. Well--in the form of metaphor. And it wasn't right--it wasn't exactly correct--but it would help explain. "Magic is... like an ore. A raw metal... pulled from stone. It can be shaped... in many ways... but after long periods of forgetting... of sleep... of death... its new shapes must be found, again. When all have forgotten... how to forge a sword, it comes to... those who waken and live later... to remember... or to reinvent." His words were each soft, drifting in gentle thought even as he spoke them. "New shapes... for the same magics... are always being formed by... talented smiths. And old forms... being remembered, given time." No, it was not a perfect metaphor. It was even, in some ways, wrong--but it was close enough for a Gembound to understand, and the inaccuracies would never trouble them. It would be enough. For now, he shifted on his bench, and bowed his head. "As for your... family... friends. Take the time... you need. Find me... when you are ready. I will always... be glad to help." And he would. Even now, that soft, warm feeling bloomed in his chest. These creatures--their new life, their bright ways--were so different, so pure, from what he'd known. He liked simply... watching them, sometimes, but when they came to him for guidance, it was a special sort of gift. @Forgraves RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Forgraves - Feb 07 2023 Forgraves, for all his knowledge, admittedly did not know a whole lot about smithing. he could gather enough, from the few times he watched the blacksmith, and whatever would be in the library, but it took him a moment to process the metaphor. once he did, however, he seemed satisfied with it, no matter its innacuracies, and hummed in thought. Maybe, he thinks, he can do something like this. with nature. his father had learned 2 kinds of magic, hadn't he? he saw it demonstrated himself during his trial. maybe he could do that aswell, do something nearly as beautiful. maybe this new magic would help him do that, once all is done. he hummed again, and then paused. he could not express his endless gratitude for the man in front of him's help and wisdom. even if some of it may even be indirect, a word of advice or encouragement, he doubts if he had not met the man, none of this, his new life, would have even crossed his mind. he would probably be in canis, still waiting for something new to happen, still waiting for his father, or maybe in eridanus, mourning the loss of a project long abandoned and a friend long missing. the mere notion that he'd help more is already so much. he almost doesn't know how to thank him, if it weren't for the fact he had been planning this for months. he coughs, suddenly visibly nervous, before looking up to him with a hopeful expression, and eyes that wont quite meet his face. he paused again. he's never invited someone to his home before, and even worse, he's never been nervous about it! he finally looks to the blacksmith, anxiously waiting for reply. if he thinks he's been rambling, he once again doesn't say anything. RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Game Master Dark - Feb 07 2023 The Blacksmith listened, as patient and kind as before. And when it seemed that Forgraves might be preparing to leave, he stood, as seemed polite, to face him.
Behind the masklike face, eyes widened a touch at the offer. "How fun..!" was his answer, and by his tone it was clear that the Blacksmith was delighted. An invitation-! To food, and into someone's home... ahh, it had been forever. "I shall invite.. my brother, if you... would not mind..? It would be good... for Algol to socialize." He did not get out much, did his brother, and his social graces were... wanting. Not that the Blacksmith was a pinnacle of chit-chat, but he liked to think himself at least... capable. And he, of course, would make sure that Algol was well-behaved. "When... were you thinking of this... visit?" he asked, expression and tone both bright. "I can bring... tea, perhaps? Or is there something... else, that would be... of use?" A dinner party! It really had been far too long. @Forgraves RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Forgraves - Feb 07 2023 he visibly relaxed, sighing in relief, and his tail began to wag once more. a brother? he finds it a tad strange, if his brother has a name, does that mean blacksmith isn't HIS name? or was he just so incredibly determined on what his occupation would be that he chose the name himself? if he had a different name, would it be rude to ask? all thoughts for another time. he is rambling a bit now, speaking fast as he seemed to remember something, exclaiming with a slightly startling RE: Are they still icebreakers if it's really hot out? - Game Master Dark - Feb 07 2023 "That sounds... lovely," he murmured.
As for tea--as Forgraves spoke, the Blacksmith realized that perhaps there was another gift that he could bring. Something a little more permanent than tea leaves, but-... Hmm. He'd think over what he had! But he thought that Forgraves could get some use from it. He nodded. "I will," he assured him. Fruit was ticked away, too, on the possibilities list in his mind; he'd try to remember that, then. As for food-? "Ahh, I will eat... anything, but..." Hmm, these Gembounds knew little of cooking, yes? Their carnivores tended to eat meat a little raw for his tastes. "...If you do not... cook your meat... I will stick to other things? My meat is... generally cooked." He had his own little table, his own plate and cutlery--and he always kept two spare places set, just in case. One was for Algol, but his brother... never came. Perhaps he could convince him, though, to come to dinner with Forgraves, as he'd hoped. That would be nice. As for the party's timing? "And that sounds... fine. Very good," he amended. What looked like a smile gently quirked his face. "Thank you... for visiting me, Forgraves... and thank you... for inviting me to your home." He was already excited, and planning. He'd try to be the perfect guest! @Forgraves |