[ the hiking trail is a great place to get stuck actually, i don't know what more you could possibly want, especially if you're going to end up just falling asleep? it's perfect, really, because it has what they both want. the sky overhead and the earth below (even if neither is quite right, it'll do the trick in a pinch.) they can find a nice place to settle down for the night, maybe overlooking the waterfall or by the pond.
also i can stop being ginger finally thank fuck. wholly uncursed he just sighs deeply as doesn't waste any time flopping down onto the grass and spreading his arms like yes this is all i want actually. there's a blanket somewhere to spread on the ground, just in case, but why bother when you can just flops down in the grass like an actual irl cow. ]
... The best place here by far... still.
[ at least one someone is going to die tonight, but he offers a tired half-smile and pats the ground come sit. ]
[ Whether it's by the waterfall or by the pond, Siffrin is fine enough with the place. Even if they take a deep breath in, out, as they sit down. Amused, and is sooo tempted to just flop back on the grass but they think of too many things -
(night under the stars, someone beckoning you to lay down and just look up)
Another breath, peering up, not thinking too much about what might happen later tonight. For now, they're just... here. Existing right here in the present. They return that smile, but they have something in mind so they don't lay right back.
Instead, they reach into their cloak to take out two things. One, a wooden piece that looks about.. done? And their knife. Whittling over the finer details, humming out. They are still without their hat, so no hiding as they concentrate on their project. ]
Been coming here every night since. Still the most familiar to home.
[ existing in the present is nice, and he closes his eyes with a light chuckle as he settles in and listens to the sound of knife against wood, of breath, of water. ]
Night owl...
[ /not derogatory. fond maybe. his head tilts, eyes finding their hands, watching them work on what they're holding. he rests his hands over his diaphragm, a finger tapping against his knuckle lightly for a few moments before he speaks. ]
What've you made?
[ curiously scooting closer on his shoulders. just a bit to see better maybe. what's that. ]
[ Ever staying up until four am but sleeping in until noon. Their every day schedule. Sirius is also here, for the moment settled in Siffrin's lap, looking incredibly sleepy as they hold onto their blanket. Yawning on and off but not sleeping yet.
The knife smooths over in a curve, shaving out, whittling in a direction that's away from both themselves but also anyone else around. Careful to avoid any accidents. As the inquiry comes, and one they expect, they do look sheepish before holding it out for him to take.
What it is... well, it kinda speaks for itself. There's a small pause, before they shrug a little. ] ..Been trying to figure out what to make for people. It's a.. slow going project.
[ sleepy eepy... looks at little baby with such fondness... would die for this baby. a brief little stroke of the top of their head, very gentle, before letting them continue to be eepy.
he adjusts to lean on an elbow to lift himself some more, lifting a brow slightly at the sheepish look before he ends up with something being held out towards him. his hand lifts hesitantly, meeting siffrin's eye for a moment before he looks back at the carving. he touches it at first, a sort of quiet awe in his eyes, unexpected half-parted mouth because, well, it makes him smile. ]
Skill takes its time, as much as it needs.
[ turning it slowly over in his hands as he takes it after a long moment, he smooths a thumb along the silhouette of it, unable to really string together the words to say. he chuckles a little bit, turning it fondly in his hands, eyes flicking downwards. ]
[ The gentle stroke to the chao baby's head is met with soft sweet cooing. Sleepily paws coming to gently hold Artemy's hand but will let go easily as he pulls away and they try to cover their own sleepy yawns.
Siffrin watches closely as he inspects the whittled piece. It's done with great detail, one with some reference and not done blindly. Has to have something to make it good enough. Even though they personally don't think too highly of their skills, could were their wishful pleading regarding said work were met with actual support instead of just attempt after attempt.]
..It could be better.
[ Things could always be better. While Artemy focuses on that whittled bull, they search for their next piece that's still a work in progress. ]
I thought about how you hummed a lullaby to Sirius. [ Curfew at the sports bar. It feels almost a long time ago. ] You mentioned something about bulls, so I thought..
[ he corrects it softly as he sits up slowly, meeting them eye to eye with a smile as he holds it close to his chest, over his heart where the wound from last week heals and scars over. he holds it with both hands, like it's a living thing itself, eyes sweeping over every detail. better? he can't imagine it could be better, but aren't we our own worst critics? ]
... Back home... there's one that keeps me company... and the Kin say that if you dream of a bull, whatever happens in that dream will come to be. They're signs of fate, prophecy... grounded in reality because they are children of Boddho, the Earth herself. If you cannot trust yourself, you can always trust a bull.
[ turning it over in his hands, his eyes soften and then close, a smile finding its way onto his features. ]
[ At the start of his story, they lower their things. So they can focus more on his words. It's always interesting.. to hear how other cultures, other beliefs see and feel about certain things. Obviously they had no idea what exactly a bull in question would mean to him but.
To hear, it sounds nice. Grounded in reality... from the Earth herself. Slowly, carefully, their knife shaves off a bit more wood, moving it in a curve. ]
Being able to find trust somewhere - it sounds nice. [ At the thanks, they pause, before turning their attention softly to their new project. ] ..Course. I'm just glad you like it.
[ For a moment they think, watching as an edge of their whittling sharpens a bit more. ]
It's the stars that we look at. For us, "The Universe leads. And we can only follow." It's the one thing that sticks with me. In the vast span of the entire Universe, we can only follow where it asks of us.
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w3, thursday ('tis curfew again.)
also i can stop being ginger finally thank fuck. wholly uncursed he just sighs deeply as doesn't waste any time flopping down onto the grass and spreading his arms like yes this is all i want actually. there's a blanket somewhere to spread on the ground, just in case, but why bother when you can just flops down in the grass like an actual irl cow. ]
... The best place here by far... still.
[ at least one someone is going to die tonight, but he offers a tired half-smile and pats the ground come sit. ]
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(night under the stars, someone beckoning you to lay down and just look up)
Another breath, peering up, not thinking too much about what might happen later tonight. For now, they're just... here. Existing right here in the present. They return that smile, but they have something in mind so they don't lay right back.
Instead, they reach into their cloak to take out two things. One, a wooden piece that looks about.. done? And their knife. Whittling over the finer details, humming out. They are still without their hat, so no hiding as they concentrate on their project. ]
Been coming here every night since. Still the most familiar to home.
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Night owl...
[ /not derogatory. fond maybe. his head tilts, eyes finding their hands, watching them work on what they're holding. he rests his hands over his diaphragm, a finger tapping against his knuckle lightly for a few moments before he speaks. ]
What've you made?
[ curiously scooting closer on his shoulders. just a bit to see better maybe. what's that. ]
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[ Ever staying up until four am but sleeping in until noon. Their every day schedule. Sirius is also here, for the moment settled in Siffrin's lap, looking incredibly sleepy as they hold onto their blanket. Yawning on and off but not sleeping yet.
The knife smooths over in a curve, shaving out, whittling in a direction that's away from both themselves but also anyone else around. Careful to avoid any accidents. As the inquiry comes, and one they expect, they do look sheepish before holding it out for him to take.
What it is... well, it kinda speaks for itself. There's a small pause, before they shrug a little. ] ..Been trying to figure out what to make for people. It's a.. slow going project.
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he adjusts to lean on an elbow to lift himself some more, lifting a brow slightly at the sheepish look before he ends up with something being held out towards him. his hand lifts hesitantly, meeting siffrin's eye for a moment before he looks back at the carving. he touches it at first, a sort of quiet awe in his eyes, unexpected half-parted mouth because, well, it makes him smile. ]
Skill takes its time, as much as it needs.
[ turning it slowly over in his hands as he takes it after a long moment, he smooths a thumb along the silhouette of it, unable to really string together the words to say. he chuckles a little bit, turning it fondly in his hands, eyes flicking downwards. ]
What a handsome bull, I'm impressed...
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Siffrin watches closely as he inspects the whittled piece. It's done with great detail, one with some reference and not done blindly. Has to have something to make it good enough. Even though they personally don't think too highly of their skills, could were their wishful pleading regarding said work were met with actual support instead of just attempt after attempt.]
..It could be better.
[ Things could always be better. While Artemy focuses on that whittled bull, they search for their next piece that's still a work in progress. ]
I thought about how you hummed a lullaby to Sirius. [ Curfew at the sports bar. It feels almost a long time ago. ] You mentioned something about bulls, so I thought..
[ Something like that would be a nice gift. ]
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[ he corrects it softly as he sits up slowly, meeting them eye to eye with a smile as he holds it close to his chest, over his heart where the wound from last week heals and scars over. he holds it with both hands, like it's a living thing itself, eyes sweeping over every detail. better? he can't imagine it could be better, but aren't we our own worst critics? ]
... Back home... there's one that keeps me company... and the Kin say that if you dream of a bull, whatever happens in that dream will come to be. They're signs of fate, prophecy... grounded in reality because they are children of Boddho, the Earth herself. If you cannot trust yourself, you can always trust a bull.
[ turning it over in his hands, his eyes soften and then close, a smile finding its way onto his features. ]
Thank you, Siffrin...
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To hear, it sounds nice. Grounded in reality... from the Earth herself. Slowly, carefully, their knife shaves off a bit more wood, moving it in a curve. ]
Being able to find trust somewhere - it sounds nice. [ At the thanks, they pause, before turning their attention softly to their new project. ] ..Course. I'm just glad you like it.
[ For a moment they think, watching as an edge of their whittling sharpens a bit more. ]
It's the stars that we look at. For us, "The Universe leads. And we can only follow." It's the one thing that sticks with me. In the vast span of the entire Universe, we can only follow where it asks of us.