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| An interesting clothing project. P: Meril | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Fri Apr 24, 2015 4:41 pm (221 Views) | |
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Fri Apr 24, 2015 4:41 pm Post #1 |
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Raenthul had a problem. As was often the case the wind had not been kind and pinned him in a vine covered tree. It was highly annoying. He did not need to eat or sleep, but his clothes had been torn which was fairly bad in his book. If only he coyld move his arm a bit more and swing his bladed fan to cut himself loose. He then heard a sound from bellow. It was deep in the woods and early morning, but he hopped it was another person. He called out, "Hello is some one there. I could use a bit of help and I will certainly reward you if you do." He spoke Iincommon as it was the most likely to be understood toung. Someone or some thing was comming closer it seemed. When they arrived they would seem him tangled in vines against a tree branch in a most awkward position. It would probably look quite funny to an outsider. Saddly Raenthul had no real expresion of ebaressment or such, just resignation as this happened to often with his poor luck at times. At least there was alsays someone who helped him ...... eventually. Edited by Raenthul Tathren, Fri Apr 24, 2015 4:44 pm.
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| Meril | Fri Apr 24, 2015 5:59 pm Post #2 |
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The forest air felt warm and welcome, moisture just high enough to be perfect for Meril. If she was not in a mortal body, she would have been flitting about the forest encouraging the growth of every thorn plant she could find. She would deepen their roots and stretch their branches towards the soft light that filtered down from the forest's giants. Sh could still do that, but she was supposed to be on a vacation. This was not for work, but for play and learning and experience. How had Grandfather Oak put it? It was for the journey. Journeys meant travel, yes? So it was time to start moving again! Meril flitted among the trees, using her new form to jump and skip over the tops of roots and among lush ferns. It was strange and somewhat fun to be effected by gravity. She had never really experienced it personally, though she had felt it though the plants she had worked with. But being a mobile being, not rooted in place, made the experience more... vivid perhaps? The swinging motion produced by grabbing onto branches and vines was like a cool breeze. Then an odd sound filled the air, a sound she recognized as speech. Sadly, she didn't recognize the words. Was it birds making noise again? Not really having a destination in mind, she headed the direction of the noise, rounding a tree to see a figure, brightly colored like a flower, hanging oddly in a tree. She walked around and tried to turn her head so that the person's face was right side up to her view, which was probably as awkward a position as the stranger found themselves in. "Are you in need of aid?" Meril asked in sylvan, not really thinking about her language choice or that really only druids spoke it fluently. She was not quite sure what to think of this other then that this stranger may have been caught in some sort of hunter's trap. |
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Fri Apr 24, 2015 6:15 pm Post #3 |
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Raenthul sighed in relief when he sawxan elf. She acted a little strange, but at least he had someone to ask for help. She spoke in a language he was not familiar with so he tried elvish as the ndxt obvious langauge. <Ah I do not know that langauge. Can we speak elven? My name is Raenthul and do to an accident I got tangled up here. I could use some help getting down from here. I would be most willing to offer somexsort of reward for the assitance> He wairlted to see if shexwoild let him down. Some time people negotiated a price before helping him. Still he never tried to negotiate the price all that much he didn't need money or such and liked doing favors so it was no big deal... most of thd time. Still he suspected this one would help him most elves were pretty good people and great customers too. Given the state of her clothes she needed his services too. Once released he sort of floated out towards the ground. He pulled his unbrella off his back and placed it in the ground. He used it as an anchor to keep the winds from blowing him about. Even a slight breeze could send him selveral feet if he was not prepared. He always floated just off the ground never abke to actualky touch the ground. He gave her his thanks, <Ah thank you very much. Oh and I never asked what your name was.> Edited by Raenthul Tathren, Fri Apr 24, 2015 6:17 pm.
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| Meril | Fri Apr 24, 2015 6:58 pm Post #4 |
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Meril beamed as the stranger switched to words she recognized. <Of course we can speak elven. It's hard to communicate without speaking the same language!> She was pleased to know that there was a language to share, which could then lead to proper understanding. Meril was also pleased that there was to be a reward for her aid, as not many would state that right away. Not sure what sort of reward there could be, Meril straightened up and studied the vines for just a moment. She then went back to speaking sylvan, talking to the vines softly and directing their motion with her hands (Control Plants) until the no-longer-stranger Raenthul was free from the tangle of vines. She then released her command and they fell back into their natural pattern, unharmed by her control. As Raethul came softly down to ground level, she was sad to see that Raethul had been damaged by the hunter's trap. The lovely petals about his body were torn in some places and wrinkled or pulled uniformly. It was not something she was good at doing, repairing petals that is. She could help create a replacement flower, but she had little skill with bloom repair. Those were smaller nature spirits then she and they saw more detail in a flower then she did, and had a finer touch. It was no doubt a stunning bloom when new and unharmed. She hoped that replacing it would be possible. <Oh, yes. Forgive my lapse in manners. My name is Abuerenalanthaylagaranlindal.> She said, placing her hand over her heart and bowing slightly at the waist, then she realized that Raethul had not understood sylvan before and she quickly added, after straighten up, <You can also call me Meril if that is easier.> At that point she hesitated to say more, not sure if asking about the damaged petals would be rude or not. |
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Fri Apr 24, 2015 7:16 pm Post #5 |
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Ranthel smiled as he oppened a bag at his side that contained fabric needles and other such esentials of tailor. This Meril seemed like a most resonable person. Quite logical really. He already liked her. <Very nice to meet you Meril and thank you for the use of a shorter name I think the other woild be rather hard for mecto pronounce and would take a good deal longer to memorize. Now thengive me a moment to fix up my clothes whoch ard in just a retched state. As part of your reward I could make you some new clothes too if you want?. I do not mean to offend, but yours seem in an absolutely atrocious state. Thoigh I suppose I shoukd ask what you wantfor a reward? > He wove wind magic controlling needle and thread that started to move over his torren clothing. It was fairly fast as rips wer fixed and patched and with a little more magic Iit started looking like new. It still would take few minutes for him to finish. |
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| Meril | Fri Apr 24, 2015 9:28 pm Post #6 |
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She felt her face warm slightly at Raenthul's words, not realizing she was blushing a little at the complement. She was glad she had recalled the issue with using sylvan with someone who didn't understand it. Meril was soon distracted by the items being removed from a soft pod. She started to wonder if the pod she had decided to keep with her contained items too. She had only kept it because it was beautiful and the vine connected to it had been about her new elven forum. She had never thought of looking inside it, but it would seem rude for her to go though the things it contained now... she would be polite and wait until they had parted ways and she had some time for herself. She saw a fine strand of fiber and a tiny thorn come out of the bag, and colorful odd shaped bits of petals. Raenthul then called them clothes, not petals, and Meril wondered if this was the word for colorful parts of a mobile creature. Deciding that they were cloths on a mobile being and petals on a immobile one, she watched in fascination as Raenthul repaired his own But did she really want that to compensate for her aid? It seemed a bit much to ask... If her cloths looked atrocious, then by all means she should get new ones. She shouldn't look that bad. This was harder then a journey should be... but rough spots made a journey interesting and would give her stories to tell. Her mind made up, she clasped her hands in front of her and said in elven <Oh, yes. I wouldn't mind some clothes. Your own reminds me of spring flowers. Though perhaps I should request some information instead, as I didn't do much and you came down well enough on your own.> |
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Fri Apr 24, 2015 10:00 pm Post #7 |
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Raenthul gave a chuckle as this elf was quite diferent than most. Almost like an elemental or spirit in elven form.... the green paterns on her skin... he had though her just a druid, but maybe she was something more. No maybe he was jumping to conclusion. Learn the facts first then judge. That was the only logical thing to od. <oh not at all I might have been stuck there for a month or more without help. You did me a big service. On top of thiw you habe a good jugement of style i was going for stule of spring and fllwers with this outfit. Spring is my favorite season really. Plus you are a clever one. You ask for inforation which can be more valuable than most things. Still as said you did me a big favor and I will be happy to tell you whatever you want to know. I also am more than happy to make you something as a tailor I love to create clothes and see them used by people. Now then what sort of style would suit you.... ah right do you have any prefrences on how you want your clothes to look? Styles, color, paterns that sort of thing? Oh and feel free to ask me any questions. I aill answer them the best I can.> Already getting into crearion mode he pilled out a pad of paoer and a pencil which he could start writing down notes with and sketch drafts of the outfits he would design. Her features were exclent and he was sure a good outfit would come out of this job. He was happy as he could be stimulated by interesting questions and work on clothing. His two most favorite hobbies. His only regrete was he was limited by the materials hd had on hand. Otherwise he might design an entire wardrobe for Meril. You had to strike while inspiration was with you after all. |
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