Progress is Perspective | HvH by AROrion, literature
Literature
Progress is Perspective | HvH
Def
Def stretches a bit and makes himself comfortable, awaiting the next apprentice who's signed up for him.
Def raised an eyebrow at Arno's comment but didn't say anything.
Crow
Crow stretches his shoulders out. He approached, ears high. He rolled his shoulders. "Hi, Chief Def! Do I need to do or say anything before we start?"
Crow smiled hard at the encouragement from Dove.
Def
"Only if you want to. You're Crow, right?"
Crow
He nods. "Yeah, I'm Crow. I've been looking for a name I claimed myself, though! I'll find a neat name someday." He approaches, circling around the larger, spotted cat. Oh, boy.
Def
"A name you claimed yourse
Crowkit
Crow wasn't one to simply trot up very often, but he'd reached an understanding that Soot wasn't one to exchange pleasantries. If he was honest, it was actually rather nice - he didn't have to pretend to be kind, nor did he want to play like a cat he wasn't. He had a smile on his face, but it was mostly practice and habit by now; he knew he likely looked like he hadn't slept in days, but that was because he hadn't. The Crafter's Circle wasn't exactly hard to find now that he had adjusted to Haven. "How much?" He took a seat across from Sootpaw.
Sootpaw
"Seventy-five," Sootpaw said in a clipped voice. As he spoke to Crow, he noticed a
Progress is Perspective | HvH by AROrion, literature
Literature
Progress is Perspective | HvH
Def
Def stretches a bit and makes himself comfortable, awaiting the next apprentice who's signed up for him.
Def raised an eyebrow at Arno's comment but didn't say anything.
Crow
Crow stretches his shoulders out. He approached, ears high. He rolled his shoulders. "Hi, Chief Def! Do I need to do or say anything before we start?"
Crow smiled hard at the encouragement from Dove.
Def
"Only if you want to. You're Crow, right?"
Crow
He nods. "Yeah, I'm Crow. I've been looking for a name I claimed myself, though! I'll find a neat name someday." He approaches, circling around the larger, spotted cat. Oh, boy.
Def
"A name you claimed yourse
Crowkit
Crow wasn't one to simply trot up very often, but he'd reached an understanding that Soot wasn't one to exchange pleasantries. If he was honest, it was actually rather nice - he didn't have to pretend to be kind, nor did he want to play like a cat he wasn't. He had a smile on his face, but it was mostly practice and habit by now; he knew he likely looked like he hadn't slept in days, but that was because he hadn't. The Crafter's Circle wasn't exactly hard to find now that he had adjusted to Haven. "How much?" He took a seat across from Sootpaw.
Sootpaw
"Seventy-five," Sootpaw said in a clipped voice. As he spoke to Crow, he noticed a
SootSootpaw had spent quite a while asking some of the adults where he could find "that one annoying kit who pretends to be nice." When he finally got a firm answer, he let out a slow breath before turning away without a thank you. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to talk him into doing this for him, but he knew that he was going to need support if he was going to get anywhere with the delusional dame. "Hey," Sootpaw called as he got closer, jogging forward a little bit in case the kitten decided to rush off. He wasn't exactly ready to be forced to track this same kitten down twice in the same day.
Crow
Crow looked up from his grooming, findi
CrowCrow had wandered aeay from the Commons after the stories debacle. He had been paying attention this time, to the leaves and the bark and the strands of grass that felt like fur not quite clean. He'd also been aware of Dove quietly tailing him the entire way there. The had made his way to the Eye. He sat upon the edge of the glassy surface, casting his gaze over his shoulder. "You wanted to talk, Dove?"
Dove
Dove trailed quietly behind Crow, studying him, the way the slight breeze moved his fur, the way he carried himself. Trying to sort him out, sort out what was wrong, how she could help. She watched him sit, watched him focus on her,
Deep breath. Close eyes. Leap forward.
Exhale. Open eyes.
Five rocks, each different colors. Grey, bluish, reddish black, pale white, pale white. One - no, two were sharp on one edge, the kind of rock Crow would nilly avoid when walking. The rest were smooth; the reddish black was largest, about the size of his paw, but not terribly heavy.
There were small, almost shiny creatures marching along in a line beside the grey rock; they crawled over the sharp edge as though it was smooth, as though the sharpness didn't affect their trek.
He wished them well on their venture.
Sometimes, an injury unto one is barely seen by another.
Carefully,
Haha thanks! I'm trying out some new texturing styles which are working to varying degrees of not great, but I'll get there!
I hear you're interested in oSaC so I thought I'd make contact :33
Bec and Cart speak highly of you so I'm looking forward to your application! If you want to hold off for a couple of days before starting, we have some new journals which will explain professions much better and make some information more easily accessible to you. I know joining is a little bit of a mess right now because we're in the middle of a revamp that we've been working on for a long time.