A Maker's Renaissance [open]

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari and all you glorious crafty types out there
WHAT: Construction work at Skyhold! (slash catch-all for Nari)
WHEN: Justinian/Solace and heading into August
WHERE: The main keep/undercroft
NOTES: Hey y'all I missed you, let's build some things!

It had been an odd few months. Even though Sina had gotten better, Nahariel's spirit had settled tired into the walls, keeping inside them as if something terrible might happen if she left. So she haunted the keep, became as much of a fixture in the undercroft as the workbenches she toiled away on. There was always work to be done. Bows to carve both long and short, splintered shields to be repaired or crafted anew, hafts and hilts to shape, the wood worked lovingly until it was like silk to the touch. Night would find her the same way, quietly whittling the scraps from the day into feathers, leaves, halla, a candle flickering beside her until even the light of the mountains dimmed.

And then she would rest and begin again.

It was on one of the walks to and from the tent she shared with her clansister that the bareness of the Skyhold banisters finally struck her--followed quickly by an idea. For the first time in months, she exited the hall with purpose beyond rest.

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Nari wants to really spruce up the hall!

Any characters with known crafting skills will be approached by a small-framed brown elf looking for collaborators to help carve the balustrades with techniques and imagery from their culture...and to get some new banners up (for those who can sew), some ornamental cultural weapons from smiths, and pretty much any other ideas that anyone might have.

Any secret crafters are welcome to notice the flurry of activity and out themselves spectacularly... and anyone who wants to learn a skill or craft is welcome to express interest.

Some women just want to watch the world build. :)

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[nadasharillen]

Nahariel nodded her agreement, smiling broadly at the other woman's desire for creation... but not just that, for beautiful creation. After all, it was the same drive that kept her up burning candles into the night, hunched over some piece or another.

"That's worthy of you," she said warmly, brushing the shavings from her knees--careful not to get any on the evolving banner--and leaning in to take a look at the stitching again. "Did you figure most of this yourself, then? I know very little of the Circle, but it never seemed the place for embroidery lessons."