R y l a n
looking at it now, last december
we were built to fall apart
then fall back together
your necklace hanging from my neck
The stallion was abuzz with energy, a boyish, handsome grin on his painted muzzle as he seemed to hover between the state of giddy excitement, and nervous pride. He was finishing the final touches on his stall. To one side, a rack with dainty necklaces, bracelets, and all kind of exquisite bead work, accented with feathers, and leather ties, all hand crafted, hand dyed - clearly his pride and joy in his work. Off on another side was carefully laid out leatherwork, bags of all sorts with careful beaded images: birds in flight, small flowers, elegant motifs all done by his own hand (or magic rather) on the flap of each piece of carefully put together work. Other sorts of jewelry - ties for the hair, feathers to braid in, dangling beaded works that were in such odds with the silver, crystal and gems he'd seen others put out.
This was where he was nervous. Next to fine works of art - crystals, gems, bells and priceless metals, his stall looked so . . . old, antiqued. Beads, and feathers, leather and thread. But he still stood tall, as he finished repositioning one of the necklaces topped with an odd tooth he'd found washed up by the beach. Arrowhead pendants, shark teeth, odd, but pretty rocks wrapped up in leather and wire. Techniques that have been long traded out for other means, yet each piece, despite having taken so long, had clearly been worked with care.
The good ol' boy turned to head into his actual stall, where the rest of the wears, the more impressive ones were put on display, packs hanging on stands - a few types of leather armor, some for work, others clearly ornamental on display. The stallion himself happily plopped down on a pile of blankets and pillows in a corner, as Tyee, his wolfdog pup ran in circles around the interior of the stall. Keokuk was nearby, Rylan could feel his presence, despite his spirit stag of a bonded being invisible to the eye. The stallion himself relaxes, and pulls out his work bag, and lays out a small multicubied case filled with beads, and a long piece of fabric cut for a cloak, and began to continuing to carefully sew the beads onto the edging in the diamond pattern he had started a week earlier - keeping himself busy, hoping someone may just choose to stop by, rather than over look his wears for something that shined a little brighter.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Keokuk
@Anyone <3
Notes: <3
when we decided (we decided)
to move the furniture so we could dance
baby, like we stood a chance
two paper airplanes flying, flying
and i remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
