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Post by Choice on Jul 15, 2020 19:14:57 GMT 1
"Spring?" Choice said, phrasing the word as a question. He knew the word, or at least his own people's version of it, but since his homeland had no snow he had no idea what to expect from the spring in these lands. Milo's idea might overlap with those of other elves in the holt, yet letting him explain on his own would let his telling remain free of outside influences. It seemed the wisest way to collect helpful information.
At the mention of tasks, Choice sighed. "Right now there are things to be done, yes. Hopefully we'll reach a point where we can relax more but for now we all do need to work as much as we can. What I meant is, what had you in mind to do today? What are you working on?"
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Post by Milo on Jul 16, 2020 16:10:14 GMT 1
“Spring is when the weather gets warmer, melting the snow. The rivers swell and everything grows green again. Animals have their young.” he outlined for Choice. “It's a nice time, before summer gets too hot.” Though with the chance to stop working during the hottest hours it might actually be nicer here. If not for his bad eyesight, Milo wouldn't mind switching his sleep rhythm to the night.
“I... don't know. Someone always assigned me what to do. And then I'd do that until they wouldn't want me anymore.” Hadn't been a choice most of the time and with many people sending him away after a short time, he was rather self-conscious about what he could do to start with. How should he know what needed to be done, when he'd never lived in a holt?
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Post by Choice on Jul 17, 2020 14:07:44 GMT 1
"Ah, then it sounds like what No-Sting and others who know snow have described," Choice said, his smile encouraging. "Where I come from we do have floods during spring, and we get more rain, but there is little change in how warm it is." He shared a brief sending with Milo, of flat lands of grass and spares rivers, of lonesome trees and herds of grasseaters with spiral horns. Mostly he tried to convey the warmth of his homelands and how he missed it. The snow was beautiful, but even with his new winter clothes he couldn't stay out in it as long as he'd like.
"Sounds like you've had plenty of training in many different tasks, then!" Choice chirped at Milo's explanation of how his days usually had been spent. "Is there something you particularly enjoy doing? Just because we have to keep busy a lot doesn't mean we should force ourselves to do unnecessary unpleasantness." That was the beauty of having a tribe - as much as Choice dared call their small gathering of elves such - unless there was an emergency, you could share tasks and allow people to do what they felt most comfortable with.
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Post by Milo on Jul 18, 2020 21:05:30 GMT 1
So much space to see in Choices world – the warmth was something he would've liked, even if it was a bit scary to see so far after a lifetime of being cooped inside walls. A bit too much sun for his fairer skin and he did better with more trees, but the sending brought a feeling of home he never had in his life. “It looks nice” he admitted quietly.
It'd never occurred to him to take this shuffling of tasks as something positive, had it been more of a proof how no one wanted to keep him around. “I'm not good with anything delicate” Too clumsy, no one patient enough to find a way that worked for him. “Working with plants is good – but you don't really do that, right? And there's no tools and it's the wrong season to start anything. I got my stone working tools, but... they're not enough to make an impact here.” Hitting away at stone with mere tools was no competition for magic, too noisy to do in a cave full of people anyway, likely to leave sharp bits everywhere.
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Post by Choice on Jul 20, 2020 23:30:34 GMT 1
"It...it was." Choice made sure not to send that, made sure to focus on the joyful memory of warmth and freedom of movement. He would not be sharing how he'd lost his home long ago, through his own foolishness. The warmth of the open grasslands and savanna was little comfort when one had no safe home to return to, only temporary shelter after temporary shelter. Despite the cold in Beacon Call Holt, it had far more to offer him than his former home. "We all have our different strengths and difficulties," Choice said reassuringly. Milo was still young, so Choice had no expectations on him having fully learned skills in any area - that would just be madness, expecting a youth to act as an elder. "I do believe we have a space made for plants being prepared in the caves. You should speak with Juniper and see if he needs any help with that." The treeshaper in question wasn't the most talkative but Choice hadn't gotten the impression that he was aggressive or hard to work with. "All work is helpful," he added, when the subject of stone working tools came up. "Can you make arrow heads and spear tips? Our rockshapers can't work all the time and weapons are important for the hunters. Even having a rough tip to refine is better than having to start from the beginning." |
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Post by Milo on Jul 22, 2020 9:23:08 GMT 1
The monks had a very different mindset regarding his skills (or the lack thereof) – among the humans he counted as an adult ever since there was no more school, only that he was one who apparently couldn't pull his share in the community. Not that they helped him much find a spot of his own. It'd take some courage to talk up Juniper, but Milo nodded, would try even if the idea scared him. So much of his life had been spend not being a nuisance, vanishing into corners. He'd never tried making weapons, shrugged. “I guess – if someone shows me how and if there's the right stone around. Wouldn't want them to splinter upon impact.” Flintstone would be good for that, but they'd have to find it first.
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Post by Choice on Jul 24, 2020 14:34:29 GMT 1
"Weapons are a thing most of us know how to make, in some way, I think. I can work bone and flint into spearheads, daggers and arrowheads; I could show you how." The idea of teaching someone a skill had Choice smiling even wider. "We have those in the holt who can find good flint for us to work with." If Keleero didn't want to help - though Choice doubted he'd get in the way of their ability to keep getting food - then perhaps Sefu could be of help. "We'll have a bunch of useful weapon replacements in no time, I'm sure!" OOC: Feels like this thread might be wrapping up soon. Do you have any more topics you want them to discuss? |
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Post by Milo on Jul 26, 2020 8:54:55 GMT 1
„I never worked with weapons“ There hadn't been need for it, let alone would they allow him that. But he could learn for sure, only needed to see what it should look like and then work out his way of replacing it. It'd need some time, but should be doable. Milo nodded, a bit more confident that he could do it. Be useful, until the weather was good enough to work on a garden. “Alright. Guess I'll see what Juniper is up to then. You sleep well.” A smile here, because the boy came to like Choice, then he made to get out of the water and back in his clothes. Better to not be here when Keleero showed up.
(OOC: Yes, we can end it with both going their ways!)
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Post by Choice on Jul 26, 2020 23:55:15 GMT 1
"It's easier than it might look," Choice assured Milo, then yawned. "Yes, you are right, I should get some sleep. Best of luck with your day – I'm sure you'll continue being a great help around here." He both meant that and suspected Milo could do with some encouragement. He seemed so unsure of himself, in a way Choice recognized far too well. "I'll see you tomorrow, or later tonight our waking time happen to be the same again." OOC: Great! Thanks for the thread  Leaving this open a few days so you can have Milo make a final post, should you wish to. |
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Leaving this open a few days so you can have Milo make a final post, should you wish to.