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Verve is here to offer her crafting skills to the needy! This is an interaction blog, where your deer asks for Verve's service. She can paint faces, skull masks, antlers, anything. Her other speciality is beadwork, she makes necklaces and any trinket you can think of.
Depending on the difficulty of the task, Verve may ask something in return.
Anything requested will be drawn by me, your deer can give pointers of what they'd like!
You are in no way obliged to use the designs or put them into your deer their design. You are allowed to do with these, when made for you, as you wish, no permission needed.
In case you're curious, Verve's biography is located
here.
If you have questions, ask!
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He didn't seem too swayed by
"I've been on quite a lot of adventures." She answered with a proud smile. "You want to be an adventurer? That's dangerous you know. But I think you might have it in you." She said after a short moment of pondering, glancing over his appereance. Ah, he had a long way to go. But surely.
She got up again with that, pointing her attention to some items from her tree. Bugs of all sizes marched out to show them off. "I have leather pouches, to store your findings. I've got masks, to hide your identity. Saddlebags, for when you find large items to carry. Gemstones to boost your confidence. Uhm." She looked puzzled for a moment when a spider carried a round object, with odd markings around the sides. It had this little arrow that kept pointing one direction. "That.. Thing. I think I found it in the castle's garden.." She muttered more to herself. It was a compass, but the doe had never used it before. It just looked pretty interesting to her, so she had collected it were it an amulet. "It's pretty. If you spin it it keeps pointing the same way. Might be useful if you're lost." Maybe it had some magic infused.
(Aw Cian is sick huh? We can tell he doesn't feel entirely amazing in-forest XD)
( Yeah :/ Poor boy has some
Cian grinned as he watched the little insects come marching out in rows, wondering how Verve had gotten them to do that. He leaned over to inspect one, a junebug, with pretty blue markings. He hadn't seen this type before, but found he could relate to it. It was much larger than the others, just like him. The fawn finally glanced up towards the painted doe as she motioned towards an odd round object. With mouth slightly agape, he bent down to get a closer look. There were unfamiliar runes on all sides, and a sharp pointer that wobbled slightly when the thing was moved. The piebald smiled smlowy. "Who made it? Where d' ya think it came from?"
(I hope so! Verve was pretty
"Wish I knew. I'm going to assume humans. They have hands, like, five super tiny hooves on one leg they can move seperately. So they can grab things and do really detailed stuff. I found this in a different real with a lot of odd, lost objects. It was very cold there, and there were many mountains. Finding your way gets a lot harder then." Maybe that was indeed what it was for then. "Seems like a good item for a traveller to have. Would you like to trade your bracelet for it?" She asked, inspecting the cord hanging from the compass. "This would fit around your neck just fine I think. Maybe it needs to be made bigger later." Depending on how large he'd get, really.
Cian's smirk widened as he
Seemed the deal was set as he
"There are some deer in the forest with a background surrounding humans. Some apparantly even used to be them. I'd ask around, see if anyone knows a better explanation." She suggested. [b]"But you're welcome to it. Shall I hang it around your neck?" She proposed, knowing how hard it was to do that yourself.
(Hope you don't mind me in
Quiet, tooting sounds echoed through a wooden, tube like contraption, decorated only with holes. A flute, if you may. A young, fiery hued buck blew lazily into the instrument from time to time, no real music being made, but he liked the sound of it, no matter what tune, or lack of one, was playing. Perhaps if he possessed hands though, then he could bust out a melody or two. One of these days he would just have to learn to adapt to just using his hooves, though.
The male stopped blowing for a minute, pupil-less, emerald orbs gazing at the wooden stick with an expression of forlorn. Despite the pretty sounds it could make...It looked rather, well, dull? Just a light brown color really. Perhaps he could spice it up someday though, if he ever acquired the skills and creativity to do so.
Huffing, Phobos gingerly gripped one end of the flute with his teeth, heaving himself back to his feet as the male headed toward his personal stash. Attention not really flitting anywhere...Until a tall shape materialized in the near distance. Phobos halted, observing the shape...Verve? He suddenly noticed the intricate markings adorning the human-faced female. Must be her for sure. Though he never really interacted with her, he had seen the doe from time to time alot in the distance, and heard her name through whispers of her craft-making by others. Hm, was she working on something now?
A feeling of shyness creeped up on him. Thanks to unlucky encounters with strangers in the past, Phobos was always hesitant when meeting with new denizens, but curiosity was beginning to stir, over-taking the cautious feeling just then. The orange male let out a light sneeze suddenly, must be from all the pollen blowing away from the long grasses of the birch, forcing him to release the flute.
(Never too busy! XD) Usually
Usually when encountered, deer would find her to be working on her craft. Today, she was lazing in the sun, her ear directed towards some distant noise she had difficulty placing. It sounded like an instrument, she figured with her eyes closed. It did seem to come closer though, but only when she heard an odd toot from said instrument she opened her eyes. Just in time to watch it fly from the mouth of an orange colored stag. She couldn’t help the laugh that followed. “Bless you!” Verve called out, pretty amused.
Now she realized it was a flute that had been making the noise.. Or well a stag playing the flute, she was pretty interested. ”I think that’s the first time I’ve seen an actual instrument in this place. Where did you get it?” She asked curiously, getting up from her spot now to meet the stag. Perhaps feeling somewhat bold.
His head jerked upward as the
"Heh, my thanks." He replied in a good natured manner, trying to discreetly wipe his nozzle with a foreleg, gathering the wooden instrument out from a tussock of yellow, greenish grass, as to lay it out in the open. His large, mule shaped ears pricked up as she voiced curiosity about the flute. No doubt she hadn't seen one yet, Phobos himself could not recall a time where he ever saw a human made instrument around this forest. Other than young fawns improvising and slapping logs with their hooves. Really though, that was more disturbing the peace than making actual melodies.
"Ah, this little thing?" He prodded the five inch long instrument gingerly with one hoof. "Well, I might have smuggled it out of my homeland,in the human world. Not sure if you would know the name of the place, but I didn't think it could hurt to bring a piece of my old home back here." He shrugged, as if the topic were of little importance. Though he came from the deserts of the Middle-East, his home was here now. No where else.
interest gleamed in the bucks jade orbs as he looked at Verve, head tilted slightly. "I assume you know what this is called, then? Others give me the strangest looks whenever I try to play it." He chuckled. Those who were non-humans or had no knowledge f them here must have wondered why he was blowing into a hollow stick.
His reaction made her realise
Verve seemed to stretch her already incredibly long neck towards the now revealed object for a moment. Eying it up curiously. It looked like a stick with holes. She was pretty sure she had seen an item like it before. The people of the plains she came from had various instruments, a lot were made to be hit on with other sticks, but there were definitly others she recalled.
"It seems reminiscent of the human world, yes. So it is your home world? You used to be human?" It was a subject that greatly interested her. She travelled to the human world, yet never changed form. Perhaps it was the forest that changed one, and since she was born here she had no other form to change into. "I bring items with me all the time. So far no curse has befallen me for it." She said lifting her face to him now, a bright smile flashing. She wished more deer smuggled items from their homelands. They could set up a traders market, how awesome would that be?
"It's a flute, right? Some sort of flute. It would work similary to the flutes I am familair with. They would be multiple sticks placed next to eachother, each one making a different tone. So you only need to move your mouth. I guess the holes in this one have something to do with changing tone?" It seemed somewhat impractical to her for a creature without hands, but keeping in mind this likely wasn't made for a deer to begin with. "It looks really neat. Can you play something?" She asked, looking at him with large, expecting eyes.
She was quite a tall
He stepped back a little bit to allow the female to examine his instrument. Large ears pricking forward as she spoke, nodding his head a few times. "Indeed I was, took me awhile to get used to this body, although." He huffed in amusement, remembering briefly his days as a fawn, stumbling around trying to balance on all fours. His memories of his past life had only started to come up in his yearling days. Phobos wondered if Verve too, was once human. Or had she always been a deer with a human head, like many others he'd seen? He wasn't sure if now was a time to ask. Perhaps he would approach her another time and talk.
He quirked an eyebrow at her comment in interest. "Same with me, but for some reason I always change form. Forest magic seems to have different effects on everyone." He shrugged. It was an interesting subject. Perhaps he should look into how forest magic works someday.
"Ah! Those...I can't recall the name of those multiple flutes, but I have seen them in my homeland too. Been considering smuggling one of those as well." He glanced back at his own, single wooden flute. Covering one hole with a hoof, then drawing it away. "They do in fact. Covering the holes, either one or three at a time, changes the tones and melodies of a particular song."
A half smile tweaked a corner of his lips at her inquiry to play something. He would have gladly played a little tune for Verve! It's just that...
"Well, much as I would love too, I think hands are most efficient at playing these things." He sighed forlornly, digging a shallow furrow in the sand with one tip of a hoof. "I've been trying to adapt to just using what i've got, like my hooves here. But if I did have hands, I could play a number of songs from all over the world! Celtic ones are my favorite."
He replied. "Though I wonder if...Customizing it a little might help me be motivated in practicing on it more. I've thought about doing it myself, but I don't trust my other skills." He chuckled.
The mention of humans again
(AAH, sorry about how late
Wingeddeer:
As he stepped back, the tall doe bend her neck downward to take a better look of the object. Definitly human made, and he quickly confirmed he had been human. ”I’ve been with the humans plenty, but have always been a deer. It would be practical to just, step into another dimension and transform.” She said with a smile back at the stag.
She watched as he covered one of the holes of the flute, but obviously if he were to do that he could not blow air through it. ”Ah. I see, I had thought, maybe you had found a way around the problem.” She said, looking pretty thoughtful. There was always the option of her bugs. And it was definitely tempting to try.
”I haven’t heard of celtic songs, but I’m sure they’re beautiful regardless. Unfortunately not everyone here seems to be able to magically grow hands, or train spiders. I’d offer you one of my spiders to help but, yeah. I don’t think she’d listen.” She sighed forlorn. No, the spider would just go and do whatever it felt like doing. Hang from one of his antlers.
“Customizing it huh? Hm.” She pondered if there was a way to get around the technical side of the problem. She was no engineer though, not in that way. And the solution didn’t seem to be that simple. ”I don’t think I can help you play better with hooves. But I can decorate it if you like? You said celtic, right? Is there some kind of imagery I could think of with that? Or something you had in mind yourself you’d like to do?” Painting it would be fun for sure. The technical solution baffled her, maybe that would come in time.
Pelicann:
”Machines?” She repeated, tilting her head slightly. The word was vaguely familiar, but definitely not something her people used. Perhaps she had heard of it in Ephiré’s world. ”Digging holes into rocks sounds like something a very strong machine would have to do then? I suppose one needs to be strong for that.. I don’t think this amulet will hold out if you try.” Verve said with a smile, taking a look at it. No, the invisible barrier on the top seemed pretty fragile.
”An official adventurer, definitely. You said La, though? I’ve seen her before. Maybe you should ask her if she knows what it is exactly. If she knows about human things, different human things than my humans.. Then I suppose she might know what this is.” Possibly she was also a bit wiser in directing the child not to go running off outside the forest now. He’d certainly get lost. Or so she imagined.