Baskets, yes, because Sorcha seemed to mysteriously accumulate trinkets and junk at an alarming rate, but she had nowhere to put it all! Her dorm room looked like a garage sale had exploded in it, and she could hardly take a step without finding something underhoof. She would take this class and learn to make baskets so she would have somewhere to keep all of her stuff--
(and not use it as an excuse to collect yet more stuff, no, never)
--and earn an easy A in the process. There really was no drawback, was there? And, yes, see, that person over there was talking about horses, and she was a horse sometimes when she felt like it, so she must be in the right place. Probably. Sorcha kind of tuned her out when she started talking about pumpkins and foals because, duh, a pumpkin wouldn't fit in a basket with all of her odds and ends, and--ooh, stuff. Sorcha picked her way around the others, discounting the boring, pedestrian materials for the soft silk, and if she took probably more than she needed, well, whoops. She would find something to do with it, maybe, and if she didn't, at least it was nice and pretty and in the end, that was really all that mattered, wasn't it?
Sorcha gave most of the others a wide berth as she looked for somewhere to settle, aware of their wings and tails and other things that were just all too cumbersome and in the way, besides, and really, did they have to spread all of their unnecessary limbs out like that? Their classroom, such as it was, was smaller for their lack of consideration. It was tragic, really, their lack of manners.
That was a lie. Sorcha didn't much care about where other people put their body parts, except for that meant that she actually had to take care where she stepped--or at least try to. She gave up about halfway towards the tiny, adorable, cuddly-looking thing she had spotted and decided that she absolutely had to pet it, and if she stepped on other peoples' extra bits, then clearly they should learn to keep them to themselves.
Clearly.
She plopped herself down next to the lonely-looking guy who had the honor of being the thing upon which the object of her attention rested, and she immediately violated his personal space as she leaned in to pet it. "Who's such an adorable little cuddlemuffin, hmm?" Sorcha crooned as she stroked between its ears. "You are, yes you are~!"
In the back of her mind, plans changed: would this dear little deer fit in a basket?
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:27 pm
Soren refused to admit it, but that hurt. If no one had been around he definitely would have rubbed at his arm, but as it was he was just glad he had such rock hard muscles to absorb the blow.
"You do look past your prime," he agreed, not really caring that he was surrounded by elders. Take that Lan. Half-heartedly he reached out for some hemp, the rough material not bothering his hands much and looking fairly sturdy to work with.
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Zar just stayed quiet for the most part, even as Barth gave him a look, blushing more vividly and irritably looking away, mostly annoyed at himself.
"I wouldn't need a big basket." Zar said politely. "If I am ever so lucky I do not want more than one." More scarelings was a statistically heightened probability of his own demise.
He chose wood, because something in its stiff and unpliable nature spoke to him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 7:52 pm
As soon as Thera uttered the word pick, Mmur leaned over and grabbed some reeds from the offered basket-weaving materials. Once he had claimed a respectable pile, he sat back again, peering at the tattered basket Thera had presented with curiosity. It must have meant a great deal to her for her to have had it in a safe place when the isles had fallen. Maybe one day he would possess something he cared about as much.
Thera shook her head. "On your own time colt. For now, focus on your one."
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:21 pm
As the company gathered the basics, Thera gave another cry to garner their attention. "Yes yes, good. Now. We must start with the base. A small knot. From there we wrap like so- using twine and other materials to bind and reenforce. Then we keep building, adding decorations, beads, feathers, tokens- Keep going and going. Once done, we tie it off. Make sure as you go of course, to have curved the threading to form a cup shape, else you shall have only made a lid. Anyway-"
As she spoke she demonstrated the technique, moving a bit..quickly. "Once the basket proper is made one must make the lid. It can be flat or domed, but it must be large enough to cover the basket itself. Once you have that done, sewing designs, beads, charms- decorations come next. The way to represent your future foal, the FEAR that shall grow.. and one day be as fearsome as their forefathers and mothers."
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MAKE OR BREAK!
There are three stages required here. One is the making of the basket, one the lid, and finally decorating.
Each part is fairly self explanatory, and each part requires different rolls.
Stage one- Basket making.
Roll 4d4 to determine your base stats. First die-Flexibility Second- Stability Third- Size Fourth- Buoyancy
MODIFY the base stat by the material chosen in round 1.
Stage 2- the lid
Roll 8d4 to determine additional stat changes. First Die: Subtract from Flexibility Second: Add to Flexibility Third: Subtract from Stability Fourth: Add to Stability Fifth: Subtract from Size Sixth: Add to Size Seventh:Subtract from Buoyancy Eighth: Add to Buoyancy
If you fall to 0 or negatives you are indeed, at 0 or negative.
Stage 3-
At this stage roll 1d20 to determine how well/good your basket looks at the end. One being AMAZING, 20 being horrid. This is purely design wise. biggrin
Once done Tally all results in final post for scores.
"Why did you bother coming to a craft class Barth, really?" Zar asked, feigning as hard as he could that he wasn't still locked up with awkwardness.
His basket took some time to craft and was about as flexible as a branch. At least it was of decent size and pretty stable, thanks to his intent attention to crafting. "Well it's not the greatest I suppose." he said with a shrug. "But I was never very good at this sort of thing."
"I'm not opposed to the arts. In a general sense. I'm a member of the Photography Club, you know." Barth had several pieces, most of them with titles like Bedroom Ceiling #7. He'd rather fund art than practice it, but on the occasions he did create, he'd describe himself as a minimalist.
Or, in the case of sculpture, a member of the found art movement.
Barth moved the silk with his claw. With very slow and deliberate decorum he carefully, carefully, arranged each piece, taking absolute ages. It was less like watching a craft project and more like watching a chess match. He appraised Zar's creation with mild curiosity. "Oh, it looks fine to me."
The result on his end was, surprisingly, a basket.
It was at this point that Mmur began to question why he was here. Not here in the world, but here beside this lake, making a basket for a child he never planned to have. Yes, he did appreciate the antics of the young, but actually raising a foal? Nope. That wasn't going to happen.
Maybe it had been the way Thera had so casually uttered the word, as if she truly expected they would use these baskets for what they were originally intended. Maybe he had finally awoken from his nap thoroughly enough to realize what he was doing. He furtively looked around the clearing, deciding he was too far from the edge of the group to just leave. Besides, no one could force him to take up child rearing just because he had the equipment for it. Right?
"Okay," Mmur said under his breath. He picked up the first of his orange reeds and curled it into a knot.
The body of his basket now complete, Mmur gently placed it in the dirt and scooted back to get a good look at his creation. At first glance, the only impressive thing about it was its size, and that remained its only impressive feature the longer he kept looking at it.
While the reeds had been easy enough to weave together, his finished basket looked like it might fall to pieces if someone breathed on it wrong. He was fairly certain it wouldn't survive if it found its way into the water either. No, size was all it had, and size was the one thing Mmur didn't particularly want it to have. He wasn't just gearing up for one foal; he was going to have five of them.
The soldier looped a couple of pale reeds around his hand and contemplated how he would begin construction of his lid. That it be pleasing to look at was his first concern, but the decorations Thera had brought would surely take care of that. Mmur began to weave, trying to shore up the problems he had created in the basket's body by building certain restrictions into its lid.
Firmly tightening the basket's new lid, Mmur took another moment to step back and look at what he had done, his lips curling into a faint snarl of distaste at the sight. He had wanted to subtly prove that he would make a poor parent, not... whatever had happened here. This was not subtle. It screamed irresponsibility and broadcast a lack of care that he was pretty sure he didn't feel.
It was the lid that had ruined it, but now that it was attached so thoroughly, the horseman feared attempting to remove it. Reeds jutted out in every direction and somehow the dilapidated mess still managed to look like it invited occupation by more than one foal. He had been wrong. No amount of decoration could save the basket now. With a displeased grunt, Mmur shuffled over to the pile of charms and other shiny bits and grabbed a handful of beads, tossing them onto the basket's lid without stringing them or gluing them down.
Mmur dropped back to his seat with a huff, turning his back on his creation and staring out over the water. He pointedly ignored the basket as it creaked, shuddered, and collapsed to the ground.
Shot down for making more baskets, Calder huffed and started to weave his own. He had made baskets at home before to keep various things like fish and other slippery animals in when hunting in the river. Baskets were cheap, the materials were all around the river banks, and more often they floated so you could tie them to a branch and keep them there a while. You really had to consider materials that wouldn't swell or rot terribly when you parked your house halfway under water.
However, despite his best efforts, it wasn't nearly as big as he wanted. It wasn't small, but he had been hoping to at least make it pumpkin size. Not only that, but it wasn't that sturdy, which had him worried. What if he wasn't good at making baskets? What if he never got good at making scarling baskets? What if his children didn't make it to popping because their basket fell apart and they rolled down a hill and off a cliff??!!!
He started to sniffle, his brow creased more and more in frustration and worry as he tried to fix his basket but to no real improvement.
Reeds- Flexible and easy to weave, they break easily. (+1 size, -1 stability)
He worked hard, twisting Reeds and tightening up loose spots. He filled it out, and the lid he constructed was damn near perfect. He beamed, feeling a lot better about his chances as a good parent and father, and took a great deep breath of relief.
