A consequence from Rharnean Jatorrizkoa, Part 1.
Ashan 23, Arc 724
“Ayla, what are you doing?” Tristan wanted to know as he entered his daughter’s room. The young Mortalborn had been suspiciously quiet, so, he’d decided to check on her.
When you suddenly couldn’t hear your child anymore, something was usually up.
Ayla was sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the room. Around her were all kinds of ribbons and buttons and even a few beads and silk flowers as well as various other crafting supplies, and she was holding one of her old hats in her hands. It was bright blue with little white dots, and it looked as if it had had a rough time – very recently.
It looked as if it had been painted on.
“I’m making a hat for Roffle! I want to give them a gift when they move in!” Ayla said and proceeded to grab a bottle with glue – made with cornstarch – and a hot pink ribbon.
Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly before he smiled and remarked, “That’s very nice of you! May I watch?”
When Ayla nodded, he sat down opposite of her.
Ayla looked at him for a moment before she dipped the ribbon into the glue and tried to glue it onto the hat. Most of the glue ended up on her fingers instead. She didn’t seem to mind though, Tristan observed. She just scratched it off with her nails, giggling as she did so.
“This is kind of fun!” she said, referring to removing glue from her fingers, before she grabbed a pale-yellow silk flower and tried to glue it on top of the ribbon.
After a few moments, the silk flower just fell off again, and Ayla looked at her father questioningly.
“I have a little tool that might help”, he said. “Wait a moment?”
When Ayla nodded, he quickly went into his studio and returned with a small wooden spatula.
“Just dip the spatula into the glue and smear it across the back of your item”, he told Ayla and showed what he meant to her by reattaching the silk flower before he handed the spatula to her.
For the next half a break they worked side by side. Tristan didn’t tell Ayla what to do. It was her gift for her new friend, and it was thus up to her how she wanted to decorate the hat.
He let her experiment and figure things out on her own and only gave her a few gentle pointers when she seemed to struggle.
As the hat started to look more and more colourful, it began to rain, first a few small drops, and then more and more. Tristan turned his head towards the window and smiled.
It seemed as if Roffle would get another gift. The pond would finally fill up properly.
Ashan 23, Arc 724
“Ayla, what are you doing?” Tristan wanted to know as he entered his daughter’s room. The young Mortalborn had been suspiciously quiet, so, he’d decided to check on her.
When you suddenly couldn’t hear your child anymore, something was usually up.
Ayla was sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the center of the room. Around her were all kinds of ribbons and buttons and even a few beads and silk flowers as well as various other crafting supplies, and she was holding one of her old hats in her hands. It was bright blue with little white dots, and it looked as if it had had a rough time – very recently.
It looked as if it had been painted on.
“I’m making a hat for Roffle! I want to give them a gift when they move in!” Ayla said and proceeded to grab a bottle with glue – made with cornstarch – and a hot pink ribbon.
Tristan raised an eyebrow slightly before he smiled and remarked, “That’s very nice of you! May I watch?”
When Ayla nodded, he sat down opposite of her.
Ayla looked at him for a moment before she dipped the ribbon into the glue and tried to glue it onto the hat. Most of the glue ended up on her fingers instead. She didn’t seem to mind though, Tristan observed. She just scratched it off with her nails, giggling as she did so.
“This is kind of fun!” she said, referring to removing glue from her fingers, before she grabbed a pale-yellow silk flower and tried to glue it on top of the ribbon.
After a few moments, the silk flower just fell off again, and Ayla looked at her father questioningly.
“I have a little tool that might help”, he said. “Wait a moment?”
When Ayla nodded, he quickly went into his studio and returned with a small wooden spatula.
“Just dip the spatula into the glue and smear it across the back of your item”, he told Ayla and showed what he meant to her by reattaching the silk flower before he handed the spatula to her.
For the next half a break they worked side by side. Tristan didn’t tell Ayla what to do. It was her gift for her new friend, and it was thus up to her how she wanted to decorate the hat.
He let her experiment and figure things out on her own and only gave her a few gentle pointers when she seemed to struggle.
As the hat started to look more and more colourful, it began to rain, first a few small drops, and then more and more. Tristan turned his head towards the window and smiled.
It seemed as if Roffle would get another gift. The pond would finally fill up properly.