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[he_shall_walk]

« Who: Venat and you (open!)
« What: catch all
« When: October-long
« Where: Venat's house, throughout Milton, in the nearby woods, at the fishing hole
« Notes: None yet. Working on backtags but wanted to have something up for October.

She had been the heart of a star for many an age.

A most lonely position, and a position largely apart. Even as she loved her people, suffered for her people, suffered the slings and arrows of the ages and even her own former countrymen's work, it was rare she got to talk to anyone. Twas not her place.

So even here, as people reconstruct supplies and homes and plans and relationships, Venat remains apart.

She may dance in the Community Hall for the amusement of others in the evenings, or out front of it during the day, this time with her chakrams flashing through the air to provide her practice. She may offer assistance if she is walking through town and sees someone who is struggling with something, be it to carry or push or pull or anything else. She may nod her head to others while she is in the basin, either ice fishing with self-made tools or hunting with her weapons. Anything she catches, she will prepare and offer to the group other than a small portion for herself. And she will most certainly venture down to the hot spring a time or two to wash off, something that she hasn't had to do in ages and which she takes a certain amount of delight in now. But largely, you will find her in front of her house on Blackrock Road, carving or whittling or otherwise working to create.

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[he_shall_walk]

"The people of a star known as Etheirys," she says simply enough. She'll show her how to gently beat apart the sticks, how to peel the innards away from the fibers she means to use for her cord. The inside, hollow and dry, is excellent kindling, and she drops it into a small carved bowl between them. The fibrous outer casing is what she's aiming for, and she splits it between her fingers slow and careful to show Trixie the way of it.

"We had no name for ourselves beyond this, only 'mankind'. And our creation was done in many ways. These skills I learned in my travels, as that was my vocation: to travel and explore. I was taught many things by those I met in those travels, thus it is only right I should pass them to others who wish to learn."

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie follows, clumsily at first, but with a surprisingly amount of patience with herself for someone who’s flung a pencil halfway across the room for not getting her numbers right.

“Travelin’,” she says after a moment. “So I guess…maybe this ain’t so strange for a person such as yourself? Did you do all that traveling by your lonesome?”

[he_shall_walk]

"A traveler is only alone in between destinations. If one approaches with an open heart and an open mind, one is not alone for long," she says fondly as she continues her work. Right now, it's just gathering fiber, repetition as much for her as for Trixie to let her get some practice.

"But yes, I was often solitary in my journeys."

She looks over and smiles fondly at Trixie.

"Do your people have a name?"

[wishiwasatree]

They’re pretty words, that’s for damn sure. The way she talks about it, Trixie can even see herself believing it.

She laughs under her breath at her question. Oh, her people have a name alright, but maybe she shouldn’t make the whore joke to her yet. She’s trying to make friends after all.

“We’re called Americans,” she tells her with a shrug, “but we ain’t a race. White, I guess. It’s a loaded question when it comes to what we are - don’t think we quite know anyways.”

But speaking of names, “don’t think I catch what you’re called. Name’s Trixie.”