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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine afternoon in downtown Firmament this equally fine late autumn day, in the square right in front of the Academy. Someone's made a genuine effort to pretty up the place with colourful streamers, but judging from the way it's been done whoever did it doesn't really have that much of a sense of design. |
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| + | But that's not important today. What is are the numerous beings that mill about in the square, looking up and down at stands and booths displaying all sorts of wares from the Craft School and independent artisans and craftsmen. A banner flaps in the wind, letters broadly spelling out "handicrafts festival", with signs directing those who would enter the competition to the registration booths. Others could just browse the various crafts and materials on sale, or simply enjoy the festivities.<br> <br>A crafting competition? Sounds like a perfect excuse for a certain fox to get his mind off the most recent events. Angus leans over to the left, wondering just how long it would take for him to be able to Register as he waits in line. He didn't expect to actually win, but he thought he would at least try his hand at the competition as he hefts the folded cloth held under his right arm.<br> <br>Kurzon is present on a whim having heard about the fair on his way back into town after a long ardrous day in the quarry. His armor dusty and the weight of his hammer tangible to him, he browses with the joyous intent of finding something interesting to buy to use as a base for future efforts to craft, afterall, that nice Svetlana bird made it clear he should try.<br> <br>Alef smiles lightly, approaching from the guild, having just finished refreshing herself. nodding lightly as she looks at the various crafts on display, looking curious at the home made knicknacks and professional made goods on display.<br> <br>The line gradually shortens, Angus coming to the fore where a clever-clanned vulture is taking down names and notes alike. Not even batting an eye at Angus' appearance, she hands him a small form to be filled out, as well as a copy of the rules for all contestants. "Please," she says. "Fill in these particulars, and make your way to the appropriate judging category to await the start of events." | ||
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| + | Kurzon and Alef, on the other hand, are treated to a medley of sights and sounds - for some reason, probably more mercenary than anything else - it seems that food's being considered a handicraft for the purposes of this festival, but all sorts of goods are on display today - from the expected weapons and armour to clothing, toys, trade goods, and even the materials for one to have a hand at making their own, if they felt inclined to do so.<br> <br>Angus takes the form and starts filling it out, his tail flicking a little as he was actually rather nervous. He wasn't one of the best crafters, but his skills have managed to help him get by so far so he was curious as to if it could stand up against other crafters. Standing back up he hands the form back to the Vulture and slips out of the way of the person behind him to find his way to the spot that he was directed to.<br> <br>Kurzon can hardly pass up a chance to try new foods so he spends crowns here and there wanting to sample it all and having a large body to make the space. Be it baubles or food he had to see it all. Spotting Alef amidst the wandering crowd, he makes his way over, only checking his notes briefly before saying "Miss Alef, it is a pleasure to see you, have you been sampling the food here as well?"<br> <br>Alef smiles softly, picking up some jewelry curiously, eyeing the worksmanship, looking at Kurzon. "Hey there Kurzon, how are you?" Smiling gently, looking at him snacking "not yet, I was getting down that way." Smiling happly. "It smells delicious though." nodding happly.<br> <br>Things can hardly wait to begin! Since his submission is a piece of clothing, Angus is directed towards the a small stage closer towards the academy building, where a number of serious-looking professionals have already gathered under the watchful eye of a trio of judges hailing from both the craft school and academy alike. He's assigned a small stand, a mannequin if need be, and instructed to set out his entry in the most appealing fashion he can think of. Hopefully it'll be good. | ||
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| + | All around Alef and Kurzon, the various craftsmen call out their wares. It might be a good chance to try and get something they fancied at a discount - the works here are definitely of higher quality make than the second-hand 'salvaged' stuff one often finds in the marketplace.<br> <br>Angus blinks, most appealing fashion? ....And he's supposed to do that with his cloak? Well, this should at least be an intresting ordeal as the fox draped the cloak over the mannequins shoulders and tied it in place, then he had another thought and he pulled the cloaks hood up before standing back. Turning around he clasped his hands behind his back and stood at attention, watching the other crafters out of the corner of his eye as he waits for the judges.<br> <br>Kurzon offers up his platter of food to Alef, his gaze lingering on her briefly before averting in a mixture of embarassment and distraction as a new crier caught his attention. "Please...feel free to share with me then, I would be honored if you allowed me to accompany you, it is all a bit overwhelming, I feel like a child on my first outing."<br> <br>Alef smiles softly, "Thank you." Smiling lightly as she misses the look. just nodding gently as she samples. "So are you competing? im thinking about putting some of my mended robes up for judging, im not sure. probobly not." Smiling weakly.<br> <br>Angus' fears are realised as the trio of judges finish appraising the last bit of clothing - a particularly fancy pair of pants - and move on to his cloak. "Let's have a look at this, then...the practicality, the usefulness, its appearance..." Although there's no clipboard in view, there might as well be one as the judges poke and prod at Angus' entry, examining the materials, design and weave alike, clearly taking notes and adding - or perhaps subtracting points. At last, they pull away, and one of them addresses him. "Tell me, young fellow. What was going through your mind when you were making this?"<br> <br>Angus tries to keep his ears from drooping, tried to keep himself from showing any outward appearance that he was nervous. "Practicality within a combat situation, I need something that could conceal my movements within a wooded area. Something that could also double as a makeshift guard in a pinch, while at the same time be able to conceal my actions....It...it wasn't made to be fancy, just practical." He answers, his tail flicking a bit as the grip on his own hands tightened.<br> <br>Kurzon tears himself away from the protective distraction, his golden gaze returning to Alef's features before he replies. "Me? I have no talent for creating this sort of thing,though it is somewhat expected by elders that I shall indulge in studying golems at some point. But if you have something you think may be worthy, you should hurry and try and enter. Even to try and fail is better than to never make an effort. I will cheer for you no matter what the outcome."<br> <br>Alef blushes and looks embaroussed as shes encouraged to join in, "This is true." Smiling weakly. "I wish I had something more then clothing. but... maybe." Smiling gently, watching Angus, waiting for the verdict by the judges, looking impressed by the various objects on display, snacking from the samples again.<br> <br>Kurzon doe eventually notice the judgiung having begun with the items already entered in the show and even more importantly notices Angus involved. This is reason enough for an outburst and as result he points out "Miss Alef look, Sir Angus is being judged now, look to his example, surely you can do the same as he, no?" | ||
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26/10/476
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A fine afternoon in downtown Firmament this equally fine late autumn day, in the square right in front of the Academy. Someone's made a genuine effort to pretty up the place with colourful streamers, but judging from the way it's been done whoever did it doesn't really have that much of a sense of design.
But that's not important today. What is are the numerous beings that mill about in the square, looking up and down at stands and booths displaying all sorts of wares from the Craft School and independent artisans and craftsmen. A banner flaps in the wind, letters broadly spelling out "handicrafts festival", with signs directing those who would enter the competition to the registration booths. Others could just browse the various crafts and materials on sale, or simply enjoy the festivities.
A crafting competition? Sounds like a perfect excuse for a certain fox to get his mind off the most recent events. Angus leans over to the left, wondering just how long it would take for him to be able to Register as he waits in line. He didn't expect to actually win, but he thought he would at least try his hand at the competition as he hefts the folded cloth held under his right arm.
Kurzon is present on a whim having heard about the fair on his way back into town after a long ardrous day in the quarry. His armor dusty and the weight of his hammer tangible to him, he browses with the joyous intent of finding something interesting to buy to use as a base for future efforts to craft, afterall, that nice Svetlana bird made it clear he should try.
Alef smiles lightly, approaching from the guild, having just finished refreshing herself. nodding lightly as she looks at the various crafts on display, looking curious at the home made knicknacks and professional made goods on display.
The line gradually shortens, Angus coming to the fore where a clever-clanned vulture is taking down names and notes alike. Not even batting an eye at Angus' appearance, she hands him a small form to be filled out, as well as a copy of the rules for all contestants. "Please," she says. "Fill in these particulars, and make your way to the appropriate judging category to await the start of events."
Kurzon and Alef, on the other hand, are treated to a medley of sights and sounds - for some reason, probably more mercenary than anything else - it seems that food's being considered a handicraft for the purposes of this festival, but all sorts of goods are on display today - from the expected weapons and armour to clothing, toys, trade goods, and even the materials for one to have a hand at making their own, if they felt inclined to do so.
Angus takes the form and starts filling it out, his tail flicking a little as he was actually rather nervous. He wasn't one of the best crafters, but his skills have managed to help him get by so far so he was curious as to if it could stand up against other crafters. Standing back up he hands the form back to the Vulture and slips out of the way of the person behind him to find his way to the spot that he was directed to.
Kurzon can hardly pass up a chance to try new foods so he spends crowns here and there wanting to sample it all and having a large body to make the space. Be it baubles or food he had to see it all. Spotting Alef amidst the wandering crowd, he makes his way over, only checking his notes briefly before saying "Miss Alef, it is a pleasure to see you, have you been sampling the food here as well?"
Alef smiles softly, picking up some jewelry curiously, eyeing the worksmanship, looking at Kurzon. "Hey there Kurzon, how are you?" Smiling gently, looking at him snacking "not yet, I was getting down that way." Smiling happly. "It smells delicious though." nodding happly.
Things can hardly wait to begin! Since his submission is a piece of clothing, Angus is directed towards the a small stage closer towards the academy building, where a number of serious-looking professionals have already gathered under the watchful eye of a trio of judges hailing from both the craft school and academy alike. He's assigned a small stand, a mannequin if need be, and instructed to set out his entry in the most appealing fashion he can think of. Hopefully it'll be good.
All around Alef and Kurzon, the various craftsmen call out their wares. It might be a good chance to try and get something they fancied at a discount - the works here are definitely of higher quality make than the second-hand 'salvaged' stuff one often finds in the marketplace.
Angus blinks, most appealing fashion? ....And he's supposed to do that with his cloak? Well, this should at least be an intresting ordeal as the fox draped the cloak over the mannequins shoulders and tied it in place, then he had another thought and he pulled the cloaks hood up before standing back. Turning around he clasped his hands behind his back and stood at attention, watching the other crafters out of the corner of his eye as he waits for the judges.
Kurzon offers up his platter of food to Alef, his gaze lingering on her briefly before averting in a mixture of embarassment and distraction as a new crier caught his attention. "Please...feel free to share with me then, I would be honored if you allowed me to accompany you, it is all a bit overwhelming, I feel like a child on my first outing."
Alef smiles softly, "Thank you." Smiling lightly as she misses the look. just nodding gently as she samples. "So are you competing? im thinking about putting some of my mended robes up for judging, im not sure. probobly not." Smiling weakly.
Angus' fears are realised as the trio of judges finish appraising the last bit of clothing - a particularly fancy pair of pants - and move on to his cloak. "Let's have a look at this, then...the practicality, the usefulness, its appearance..." Although there's no clipboard in view, there might as well be one as the judges poke and prod at Angus' entry, examining the materials, design and weave alike, clearly taking notes and adding - or perhaps subtracting points. At last, they pull away, and one of them addresses him. "Tell me, young fellow. What was going through your mind when you were making this?"
Angus tries to keep his ears from drooping, tried to keep himself from showing any outward appearance that he was nervous. "Practicality within a combat situation, I need something that could conceal my movements within a wooded area. Something that could also double as a makeshift guard in a pinch, while at the same time be able to conceal my actions....It...it wasn't made to be fancy, just practical." He answers, his tail flicking a bit as the grip on his own hands tightened.
Kurzon tears himself away from the protective distraction, his golden gaze returning to Alef's features before he replies. "Me? I have no talent for creating this sort of thing,though it is somewhat expected by elders that I shall indulge in studying golems at some point. But if you have something you think may be worthy, you should hurry and try and enter. Even to try and fail is better than to never make an effort. I will cheer for you no matter what the outcome."
Alef blushes and looks embaroussed as shes encouraged to join in, "This is true." Smiling weakly. "I wish I had something more then clothing. but... maybe." Smiling gently, watching Angus, waiting for the verdict by the judges, looking impressed by the various objects on display, snacking from the samples again.
Kurzon doe eventually notice the judgiung having begun with the items already entered in the show and even more importantly notices Angus involved. This is reason enough for an outburst and as result he points out "Miss Alef look, Sir Angus is being judged now, look to his example, surely you can do the same as he, no?"
