[Hopetoun] Fetchin' Fletchin
Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2021 2:31 am
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"Papa," Vega said. "I need your help."
Jo'qan looked at his daughter as Vega put down a large box. "So I see," he said with a smile. "What is this?"
Vega grinned and started pulling out resources. Supplies. Raw materials. "It's wood. From a phoenix tree an' a charwood. Feathers from an etchwing an' a kazan fowl." Jo'qan raised an eyebrow. "I've got reeds an' leaves. Flowers an' ferns an' things. Different sorts of wood, orange sand, an' yellow dragon tree." She smiled at her father and explained. "We've found these etchwing feathers, Papa, look at them, they're beautiful. An' this phoenix wood is multi-coloured." She sighed slightly and looked up at him. "I want to make arrows, Papa, arrows what are jus' ours, but more than that." Jo'qan raised his eyebrow. "More?"
Only his daughter, Jo'qan considered. Only she would be wanting more than that. "Yeah. I want to make bows. Boxes, too. I was thinkin' that, with all the fruit an' stuff that we've got growin' here, we could dry out fruit. Arlo does that, with the shelves of orange sand thingies. An' if we had that, we could make some really nice drawers, small ones what hold those dried fruits. I need to work it all out an' I need to see what Darius thinks. But, the thing is, it's all a bit abstract an' stuff." She glanced down at the box and she grinned. "I met him, you know, in Rharne? An' I tried to teach him sword, but I was beyond rubbish. Then, I realised that I needed to stop teachin' him an' jus' show him what I meant."
Jo'qan nodded. "An' so," Vega said, "I want to make examples for him. Arrows an' bows, boxes an' bowls. I reckon that we can make really lovely things." She held her gaze on him and smiled. "An' I know he said he was happy for me to do it, but this is his ship, you know?" Jo'qan nodded. They understood things in their own ways and this was a clan - to put it in biqaj terms - and Darius was the elder of the clan. That didn't detract from the individual nature of each person in the clan. Each one was an individual, each one was there because they chose to be.
"I reckon that this place is a long-term place, you know? An' they're goin' to need to do more than survive. They need to prosper, to grow, an' I think I can help them."
Jo'qan sighed. "Eva, do you not think you should think about being here resting?" Vega smiled and she shook her head.
"Papa," she said and she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Papa. I need the same. It's one of the reasons why I like it here." He looked at her querulously. "You need to prosper?"
Vega chuckled. "No, Papa," she said. "I need to do more than survive."
Jo'qan nodded his head. "Then, tell me about this wood?"
Jo'qan looked at his daughter as Vega put down a large box. "So I see," he said with a smile. "What is this?"
Vega grinned and started pulling out resources. Supplies. Raw materials. "It's wood. From a phoenix tree an' a charwood. Feathers from an etchwing an' a kazan fowl." Jo'qan raised an eyebrow. "I've got reeds an' leaves. Flowers an' ferns an' things. Different sorts of wood, orange sand, an' yellow dragon tree." She smiled at her father and explained. "We've found these etchwing feathers, Papa, look at them, they're beautiful. An' this phoenix wood is multi-coloured." She sighed slightly and looked up at him. "I want to make arrows, Papa, arrows what are jus' ours, but more than that." Jo'qan raised his eyebrow. "More?"
Only his daughter, Jo'qan considered. Only she would be wanting more than that. "Yeah. I want to make bows. Boxes, too. I was thinkin' that, with all the fruit an' stuff that we've got growin' here, we could dry out fruit. Arlo does that, with the shelves of orange sand thingies. An' if we had that, we could make some really nice drawers, small ones what hold those dried fruits. I need to work it all out an' I need to see what Darius thinks. But, the thing is, it's all a bit abstract an' stuff." She glanced down at the box and she grinned. "I met him, you know, in Rharne? An' I tried to teach him sword, but I was beyond rubbish. Then, I realised that I needed to stop teachin' him an' jus' show him what I meant."
Jo'qan nodded. "An' so," Vega said, "I want to make examples for him. Arrows an' bows, boxes an' bowls. I reckon that we can make really lovely things." She held her gaze on him and smiled. "An' I know he said he was happy for me to do it, but this is his ship, you know?" Jo'qan nodded. They understood things in their own ways and this was a clan - to put it in biqaj terms - and Darius was the elder of the clan. That didn't detract from the individual nature of each person in the clan. Each one was an individual, each one was there because they chose to be.
"I reckon that this place is a long-term place, you know? An' they're goin' to need to do more than survive. They need to prosper, to grow, an' I think I can help them."
Jo'qan sighed. "Eva, do you not think you should think about being here resting?" Vega smiled and she shook her head.
"Papa," she said and she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Papa. I need the same. It's one of the reasons why I like it here." He looked at her querulously. "You need to prosper?"
Vega chuckled. "No, Papa," she said. "I need to do more than survive."
Jo'qan nodded his head. "Then, tell me about this wood?"