Time Stamp 25 Fall 513
The early evening air is sweet smelling of grass and late blooming flowers, its breeze warm but not stifling. It would be a pleasant evening for most people, but from the all but silent mutterings it is not such a pleasant evening for a red head in the Endrykas camp. Sitting outside, near the tents but not too close so that she will be easily disturbed is Taylani. In front of her is her recently purchased jewelry crafting kit, opened and laid out before her waiting for her perusal. Before she decides to jump in, Taylani wants to familiarize herself with the tools available, which is why she finds herself muttering angrily at the tools in front of her.
She had no idea before when she was growing up that she would one day need to know what her mother had tried to teach her about crafting jewelry. Now, she finds herself struggling to remember each tool and it's use. She starts with the obvious ones, such as the files that are there to file metal to shape and form.
Those were easy, then there is the wire used for stringing, holding, and maintaining shapes of forms for molding purposes. Not to mention wire can be molded itself into designs. Then the ring gauges that allow one to size the rings one makes. Those are easy ones to remember. Next Taylani picks up the pein hammer, its head rounded at one end and flat on the other. For a long moment Taylani glares at it, as if it is the hammer's fault she can not remember the specific use for it, when finally her face clears and she remembers. It is used for straightening edges and rounding out corners. Laying it aside, Taylani picks up the rough paper. This was another easy one, its for blunting sharp edges, and giving certain metals a shine.
The saw and blades are set aside, she knows she is not at the level that she can safely use those for anything and is better off waiting. The pliers will allow her to manipulate stubborn metals, and twist wires into place. There were all different sizes of pliers and tweezers, but in Taylani's foggy memories she remembered that for some designs it is better to use smaller more delicate tools and others brawn of a thicker tool is in order.
One hand raises to rake through her straight red locks, and an idea forms. She is forever pushing the hair out of her way, and she doesn't have any of those silver pins her mother used to bind her hair. However with these tools, and the wire perhaps she can make some of her own and practice.
Carefully she picks up the wire, testing its malleability by bending and unbending it to a degree. It might work but she will have to try and make it much more resistant to bending, otherwise it would not hold the weight of her hair.
She tries to remember her pins, the shape and the length, her blue eyes closing as she dredges up the picture of one in her mind. Picking up the wire she doubles the length that she estimates in her mind and uses the cutters to snip a length free. She intends on making four of these but for now she is testing her idea before committing to all, just in case it doesn't work.
Picking up the pliers now she holds the wire tightly in one hand, and with the tip of the smallest pair of pliers she begins to twist the wire. Round, and round, and round again until a spiral about three inches long is the result. Holding it up, she crimps both ends so that there is in effect an eye and hook. It is simple, it is cheap, and it is not in any fashion pretty. However she could always dress it up if she felt with trinkets and flowers. These are not for sale or anyone else anyways, just a functional piece, and practice. Now is the time for the test. Setting the coiled pin down, she runs her fingers into her hair, smoothing out the knots and drawing the red lengths into a high ponytail.
Then she begins twisting the tail, with a hand that is well practiced, smoothing as she goes so that there is no bumps or bulges in the tight twist. Then she begins coiling, and coiling the hair in on itself, until a tight bun is secured against her crown, her finger holding the end. With her free hand she raises the pin that she had crafted and slipped it into the tight knot, curling the end of the bun into its spirals, then squeezes the ends together to lock into place.
When her hand is slowly let go, the bun waivers for one pin is not enough to contain the mass of hair, but it stays. It is sloppy, as the strands fought to loosen, but this will be fixed when she creates the next four pins. Once these are secured on all points of her hair, she will be able to pull her hair up and away whenever she feels the need. It might not mean much to others, but for Taylani, who finally smiles down at her kit, it is just a little bit of normalcy, just a little bit from her old life.
The early evening air is sweet smelling of grass and late blooming flowers, its breeze warm but not stifling. It would be a pleasant evening for most people, but from the all but silent mutterings it is not such a pleasant evening for a red head in the Endrykas camp. Sitting outside, near the tents but not too close so that she will be easily disturbed is Taylani. In front of her is her recently purchased jewelry crafting kit, opened and laid out before her waiting for her perusal. Before she decides to jump in, Taylani wants to familiarize herself with the tools available, which is why she finds herself muttering angrily at the tools in front of her.
She had no idea before when she was growing up that she would one day need to know what her mother had tried to teach her about crafting jewelry. Now, she finds herself struggling to remember each tool and it's use. She starts with the obvious ones, such as the files that are there to file metal to shape and form.
Those were easy, then there is the wire used for stringing, holding, and maintaining shapes of forms for molding purposes. Not to mention wire can be molded itself into designs. Then the ring gauges that allow one to size the rings one makes. Those are easy ones to remember. Next Taylani picks up the pein hammer, its head rounded at one end and flat on the other. For a long moment Taylani glares at it, as if it is the hammer's fault she can not remember the specific use for it, when finally her face clears and she remembers. It is used for straightening edges and rounding out corners. Laying it aside, Taylani picks up the rough paper. This was another easy one, its for blunting sharp edges, and giving certain metals a shine.
The saw and blades are set aside, she knows she is not at the level that she can safely use those for anything and is better off waiting. The pliers will allow her to manipulate stubborn metals, and twist wires into place. There were all different sizes of pliers and tweezers, but in Taylani's foggy memories she remembered that for some designs it is better to use smaller more delicate tools and others brawn of a thicker tool is in order.
One hand raises to rake through her straight red locks, and an idea forms. She is forever pushing the hair out of her way, and she doesn't have any of those silver pins her mother used to bind her hair. However with these tools, and the wire perhaps she can make some of her own and practice.
Carefully she picks up the wire, testing its malleability by bending and unbending it to a degree. It might work but she will have to try and make it much more resistant to bending, otherwise it would not hold the weight of her hair.
She tries to remember her pins, the shape and the length, her blue eyes closing as she dredges up the picture of one in her mind. Picking up the wire she doubles the length that she estimates in her mind and uses the cutters to snip a length free. She intends on making four of these but for now she is testing her idea before committing to all, just in case it doesn't work.
Picking up the pliers now she holds the wire tightly in one hand, and with the tip of the smallest pair of pliers she begins to twist the wire. Round, and round, and round again until a spiral about three inches long is the result. Holding it up, she crimps both ends so that there is in effect an eye and hook. It is simple, it is cheap, and it is not in any fashion pretty. However she could always dress it up if she felt with trinkets and flowers. These are not for sale or anyone else anyways, just a functional piece, and practice. Now is the time for the test. Setting the coiled pin down, she runs her fingers into her hair, smoothing out the knots and drawing the red lengths into a high ponytail.
Then she begins twisting the tail, with a hand that is well practiced, smoothing as she goes so that there is no bumps or bulges in the tight twist. Then she begins coiling, and coiling the hair in on itself, until a tight bun is secured against her crown, her finger holding the end. With her free hand she raises the pin that she had crafted and slipped it into the tight knot, curling the end of the bun into its spirals, then squeezes the ends together to lock into place.
When her hand is slowly let go, the bun waivers for one pin is not enough to contain the mass of hair, but it stays. It is sloppy, as the strands fought to loosen, but this will be fixed when she creates the next four pins. Once these are secured on all points of her hair, she will be able to pull her hair up and away whenever she feels the need. It might not mean much to others, but for Taylani, who finally smiles down at her kit, it is just a little bit of normalcy, just a little bit from her old life.
You did a great job of describing her process and of keeping true to her level. Well done!
