JAXIS
HANDS STEEPED IN BLOOD
Tilting her head, Jaxis was studious as she watched the elderly horse, her purple eyes curious, intelligent. It was easy to follow his steps, but not so easy to execute. She moved the bone with her jaw, using the innate telekinesis to move it as well, to hold it more steady as she focused. She drew back every so often, lightning or pressing down, easing herself in to it and following his instructions. Such a strange thing, but she found herself falling in to the rhythm of it, even if she wasn't the best at it. How odd, that she was simply falling in line with his teachings, but she was taught to listen, after all, to those that offered valuable lessons.
She was a little startled at his words, swiveling her ears toward him and slowly placing the bone to the side, floating it to land on a trunk that wasn't moved, scattered with tools. "Already?" She wasn't even sure what the hell to do with a drum. Take it back home, apparently, but then what? Have it as a decoration? Use it when she was bored? Still, she followed him, keeping an eye on how he moved (weaved a little, more like). Maybe it had something to do with the scents all around, the thick herbal taste on her tongue just from breathing in fumes.
The titan woman shook her head a little, trying to clear out a fog as she stepped near the fire, listening to him intently. There were no names, no reasons, only the urge to make a drum and be a part of whatever it was this horse was doing. Jaxis listened, as much as she could, to his broken speech pattern, easily picking up on what he wanted, what he told her. Of course, she watched him too, curiously watching the weaving strips of leather, the knife, all of it.
She was an incredibly fast learner, though she had to tighten the leather here and there, and the holes were a bit lopsided. It wasn't perfect, but her drum was complete soon, a little worse for wear but it was to be expected from someone new at the craft. All the same, she gave it a small testing beat on top, listening.
She was a little startled at his words, swiveling her ears toward him and slowly placing the bone to the side, floating it to land on a trunk that wasn't moved, scattered with tools. "Already?" She wasn't even sure what the hell to do with a drum. Take it back home, apparently, but then what? Have it as a decoration? Use it when she was bored? Still, she followed him, keeping an eye on how he moved (weaved a little, more like). Maybe it had something to do with the scents all around, the thick herbal taste on her tongue just from breathing in fumes.
The titan woman shook her head a little, trying to clear out a fog as she stepped near the fire, listening to him intently. There were no names, no reasons, only the urge to make a drum and be a part of whatever it was this horse was doing. Jaxis listened, as much as she could, to his broken speech pattern, easily picking up on what he wanted, what he told her. Of course, she watched him too, curiously watching the weaving strips of leather, the knife, all of it.
She was an incredibly fast learner, though she had to tighten the leather here and there, and the holes were a bit lopsided. It wasn't perfect, but her drum was complete soon, a little worse for wear but it was to be expected from someone new at the craft. All the same, she gave it a small testing beat on top, listening.
@Turhan || <3 <3
