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faderift2018-10-31 09:00 pm
utulien_aure) wrote in faderift2018-10-31 09:00 pm
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When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
WHO: Fingon and OPEN
WHAT: Open log
WHEN: Late October
WHERE: Kirkwall and the Gallows
NOTES: None
The Lowtown Markets
Wandering about the markets is always an interesting way to spend time. It's the rush of the people that usually catches his attention, all the voices and spirits bustling around each other to go about their day. Today, though, he has other plans and purchases to make. Harp-strings for his own instrument, blankets and apples for his animals, all easily enough attained. The one merchant who sells paints is harder to deal with- the war has been interfering with his supply chain, he claims, but Fingon suspects he was always a hard bargainer- but in the end he comes away with what he wants, all at mostly reasonable prices.
Not a bad afternoon, he thinks, and buys a meat pie to top it off.
The Herb Garden
The gardens are a quieter place amongst the hustle and bustle of the Gallows. An easy place to work in, on the many occasions when Fingon can't be bothered to stay in his room. So he settles down beside one of the trees, a block of wood and a whittling knife in hand, and carves. Some of his work are whistles and small toys- a gift to the children who play on the docks, while another is a wooden flute meant for himself. But the most complicated project is a mask, stylized yet strangely lifelike: an eagle head, with a great curved beak. As it comes into focus Fingon occasionally stops to look it in the eyes, a faraway look on his face.
WHAT: Open log
WHEN: Late October
WHERE: Kirkwall and the Gallows
NOTES: None
The Lowtown Markets
Wandering about the markets is always an interesting way to spend time. It's the rush of the people that usually catches his attention, all the voices and spirits bustling around each other to go about their day. Today, though, he has other plans and purchases to make. Harp-strings for his own instrument, blankets and apples for his animals, all easily enough attained. The one merchant who sells paints is harder to deal with- the war has been interfering with his supply chain, he claims, but Fingon suspects he was always a hard bargainer- but in the end he comes away with what he wants, all at mostly reasonable prices.
Not a bad afternoon, he thinks, and buys a meat pie to top it off.
The Herb Garden
The gardens are a quieter place amongst the hustle and bustle of the Gallows. An easy place to work in, on the many occasions when Fingon can't be bothered to stay in his room. So he settles down beside one of the trees, a block of wood and a whittling knife in hand, and carves. Some of his work are whistles and small toys- a gift to the children who play on the docks, while another is a wooden flute meant for himself. But the most complicated project is a mask, stylized yet strangely lifelike: an eagle head, with a great curved beak. As it comes into focus Fingon occasionally stops to look it in the eyes, a faraway look on his face.