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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:34 am
Despite this, she kept her paws busy. Her skill was great and her paws could work things of a very delicate nature. This made her wears sought after, it was just that she herself was not sought.
As was the norm she was working on something, something to gift away for someone to wear and be proud of. Valkerie didn't like to stick to fur and feathers in her craft and she had found a silvery length of bark which she was admiring and deciding what to do with. The wood was wide enough to form a couple of bracers for the forelegs of a lion. She deftly split the log in two and wandered away for a moment to collect some other things from her stash to add to the undecorated silvery bark. Her back to the mouth of her work area she hums a quiet rough, unmusical hum as she deftly hooks this item and that from her materials.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:52 pm
There was need to be careful. A need his friend never seemed particularly aware of. He was always running around welcoming new members and getting to know the ones who had been around since his father’s rule. Such a caring lion was probably a nice change, but Fara worried.
He was too reckless for a king.
Fara’s roamings brought him to someone’s work area, some bark sitting in wait with a lion not too far away, seemingly sifting through some of her belongings. A costumer, perhaps? The male frowned, sitting himself down as he watched the female work. Or, he assumed it was a female, anyway. Truth be told he hadn’t yet gotten a very good look with the costumer’s back turned to him.
His expression remained impassive as he silently observed her, his bright eyes never leaving the dark frame. Some would consider Fara a cold, scary kind of lion, indifferent towards anything other than protecting the king. But Fara was too indifferent to care what they thought.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:34 pm
The bloody eyed lioness turned slowly a mess of feathers and fur clutched in her teeth as she turned. Her back sloped slightly as she moved back towards the strips of bark, her gait a crippled hobble, she lets her gaze fall on the black and slightly white male. She knew him to look at, who didn't the kings personal guard, or thats how she saw him.
Dropping the materials beside the bark she looks up at Fara and smiles a crooked smile. Her lip permanently turned in to a scowl her smile could not be described as pretty, more, lop sided, but it was the only smile she had.
"How can I be of assistance my lord?" she whispers, her voice a rough burble, sounding almost like she really needed a drink or that her voice wasn't used very often. Neither was true of her, she used her voice often enough, it was just another thing that set her apart. "I don't very often see one of your stature down here." She smiles again lifting one of the pieces of bark she paws it gently, her gaze roaming over the silvery bark as she decided exactly what she was going to do with them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 2:49 pm
Fara frowned. This lioness would mark high on his ‘don’t let near the king’ list, if he really had one. She looked like she was very used to battle, and her dark coat didn’t fill him with a great sense of relaxation. On the contrary; he found himself feeling very tense as he watched the female move. Still, she hadn’t done anything violent, and beyond her looks she seemed harmless enough.
Just someone working on a little trinket. For the moment, Fara would leave it at that, though he made note to keep an eye on her for awhile, until he knew he a bit better. If there were dangers within the pride, which he knew there were, he would not let one slip by.
Even if she looked like she’d had a rough life already.
“I was observing the pride,” he replied honestly, “there are so many new faces, and so many returning each day, I feel I must make my rounds to know them all. For the king’s sake.” No doubt Bwana wanted to know them all, too, but not to be safe. He just wanted to make friends and be welcoming.
“Tell me, my lady, what is your name? I’m afraid I’m not as familiar with the lions around here as I would like to be. Somehow, I have fallen behind in my duties.” He would apologize to the king for that, already sure Bwana would respond by calling him too stuffy for the umpteenth time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:03 am
"I go by Valkerie, you may call me Val if you wish." She answers her eyes still scanning the bark before she started to carve a sun in to the front revealing the bronzed colour underneath the silver.
"And you are Fara. I have seen you doing your rounds." She laughs a little her laugh strained, almost sounded like a choke. "You don't need to worry about me," She smiles her crooked distorted smile "I have been a cripple since I was a cub so you can relax." She stretches slightly flashing the scars across her back. "I am of use for very little other than making things of beauty."
The lioness sets the first piece fo bark down and moves to the second one carving the same symbol in to the second piece. "Silver birch is so pretty, don't you think? It's a shame they don't survive long after the bark is stripped." She sighs a little admiring her handy work.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:38 pm
Fara chuckled. “Yes, though I must admit I already know who I am,” it was surprising that she knew him, though maybe it shouldn’t have been. He was a high standing lion in the pride, wasn’t he? The king’s wingman, and a loyal war council member? That made him someone the others knew. Still, that whole concept was very strange to him. He just wanted to keep his king safe, and he didn’t need everyone knowing about him to do that. Maybe he just needed to get use to it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Val,” he offered awkwardly. Talking to other lions was a little weird. Usually, he liked to keep silent and glare at anyone who might be considered a threat to his king.
But pride members were not threats.
“Well, now you’re useful in making conversation with a grumpy lion, too,” Fara offered, “so there’s something.” He looked at the designs she was carving, smiling. They seemed to have a lot of thought put into them- a lot of care.
“You’re very good at your craft,” he observed, “and you’re right- silver birch is very pretty.”
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