Summer 6th 516 A.v
The Sun rose high into the Sky, and breathed life into the once cold, dark night. Yesterday was quite enjoyable, and a day that Skyard would commit to memory for the remainder of his life. He had fallen into bed yet again; alongside his incredibly gorgeous bond-mate, Kaie. In nothing but a few chimes he went from being a man without purpose, to being a man in love. Their encounter was swift, passionate and one that he never expected to occur again. He awoke beside his beloved bond-mate, and did not bother to voice himself. She rested atop his chest ,and the Lion listened closely to the sound of each and every single one of her breaths.
Birds chirped outside the water-stained window above their heads. Today would be a day that Skyard would dedicate to pleasing Kaie. Perhaps he would make an attempt at making her some leather; he learned overtime that their society and their people held leather in high regard. He knew that he still possessed his kit, and his several pounds of medium-grade leather. He attempted to sneak his way out from beneath her. He was not the most stealthy individual, and he would be incredibly surprised to see if she did not wake up.
He made his way over to his desk, and began to work away with a scalpel from his leather-workers toolkit. Skyard grabbed hold of a large portion of leather, and began to select which piece would be “perfect” for his project. He found that a single large piece would work, and he wanted to make sure that it was enough to properly fit her. However, the question at this particular point was what would he make for her. The Lion was never left with the choice to choose a perfect gift for his beloved woman. Although he had a fairly decent amount of mizas; he would rather not go out and buy a gift for her when he could make one for himself.
As a Myrian woman she likely did not value possessions simply because they were expensive. Sentimental value was far more important than the price of a gift, and The Kelvic immediately got to work. He began to wonder what things were common in her society, and instantly sparked a thought. He would make her a piece of leather that wrapped around her head, but he would need to visit the local market in advance. He knew exactly what he needed; perhaps he would purchase some feathers, and a few beads or strings of different colors. He had never been quite the artist, but as per usual he wanted to challenge himself.
He stood erect for a moment and adjusted his clothing as he made his way out the door. Skyard attempted to plan, and organize a list of things that he needed. He voiced the series of small things that he needed “ Feathers, I need two beads to go on both sides of the headband and feathers I'll get them blue, and..String.. a little bit of that too.” The Kelvic spoke to himself repetitively and attempted to memorize his somewhat lengthy list.
Within a few chimes he reached his destination, and spoke to a rather young woman. She appeared to be at most fourteen years of age, and Skyard spoke to her for a brief moment. “I am here to purchase two beads, four blue feathers, and a single piece of incredibly thin intertwined red cloth. “ He voiced his words to the young lady, and he immediately knew that he confused her beyond belief. However, she proceeded to walk to what appeared to be the storage unit and returned with a massive piece of red cloth. Skyard watched on as she proceeded to cut away at the cloth and tie it together in such a fashion that it became tightly coiled.
“The beads will cost you a total of two silver mizas, and the cloth will cost you two gold mizas the feathers are going to be an additional four gold mizas. The total amount that you owe me is 6 gold miza and two silver miza.”
The young woman spoke, and Skyard quickly threw her the coin and bolted for his home in order to arrive before Kaie noticed. He opened the door and attempted to sneak back in and set down his small amount of material. He immediately got to work, and sliced two horizontal lines in the leather; he did not want to give her a thin headband. Skyard wanted to make sure that she had something beyond his scimitar to cherish. He could only hope that she was not awake while he went out to shop.
The Sun rose high into the Sky, and breathed life into the once cold, dark night. Yesterday was quite enjoyable, and a day that Skyard would commit to memory for the remainder of his life. He had fallen into bed yet again; alongside his incredibly gorgeous bond-mate, Kaie. In nothing but a few chimes he went from being a man without purpose, to being a man in love. Their encounter was swift, passionate and one that he never expected to occur again. He awoke beside his beloved bond-mate, and did not bother to voice himself. She rested atop his chest ,and the Lion listened closely to the sound of each and every single one of her breaths.
Birds chirped outside the water-stained window above their heads. Today would be a day that Skyard would dedicate to pleasing Kaie. Perhaps he would make an attempt at making her some leather; he learned overtime that their society and their people held leather in high regard. He knew that he still possessed his kit, and his several pounds of medium-grade leather. He attempted to sneak his way out from beneath her. He was not the most stealthy individual, and he would be incredibly surprised to see if she did not wake up.
He made his way over to his desk, and began to work away with a scalpel from his leather-workers toolkit. Skyard grabbed hold of a large portion of leather, and began to select which piece would be “perfect” for his project. He found that a single large piece would work, and he wanted to make sure that it was enough to properly fit her. However, the question at this particular point was what would he make for her. The Lion was never left with the choice to choose a perfect gift for his beloved woman. Although he had a fairly decent amount of mizas; he would rather not go out and buy a gift for her when he could make one for himself.
As a Myrian woman she likely did not value possessions simply because they were expensive. Sentimental value was far more important than the price of a gift, and The Kelvic immediately got to work. He began to wonder what things were common in her society, and instantly sparked a thought. He would make her a piece of leather that wrapped around her head, but he would need to visit the local market in advance. He knew exactly what he needed; perhaps he would purchase some feathers, and a few beads or strings of different colors. He had never been quite the artist, but as per usual he wanted to challenge himself.
He stood erect for a moment and adjusted his clothing as he made his way out the door. Skyard attempted to plan, and organize a list of things that he needed. He voiced the series of small things that he needed “ Feathers, I need two beads to go on both sides of the headband and feathers I'll get them blue, and..String.. a little bit of that too.” The Kelvic spoke to himself repetitively and attempted to memorize his somewhat lengthy list.
Within a few chimes he reached his destination, and spoke to a rather young woman. She appeared to be at most fourteen years of age, and Skyard spoke to her for a brief moment. “I am here to purchase two beads, four blue feathers, and a single piece of incredibly thin intertwined red cloth. “ He voiced his words to the young lady, and he immediately knew that he confused her beyond belief. However, she proceeded to walk to what appeared to be the storage unit and returned with a massive piece of red cloth. Skyard watched on as she proceeded to cut away at the cloth and tie it together in such a fashion that it became tightly coiled.
“The beads will cost you a total of two silver mizas, and the cloth will cost you two gold mizas the feathers are going to be an additional four gold mizas. The total amount that you owe me is 6 gold miza and two silver miza.”
The young woman spoke, and Skyard quickly threw her the coin and bolted for his home in order to arrive before Kaie noticed. He opened the door and attempted to sneak back in and set down his small amount of material. He immediately got to work, and sliced two horizontal lines in the leather; he did not want to give her a thin headband. Skyard wanted to make sure that she had something beyond his scimitar to cherish. He could only hope that she was not awake while he went out to shop.
