Spin Spin Spin And So The Thread Forms

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, OTA (Closed starter also included)
WHERE: Temba: Glownie Pens, The Fountain, The Hotel 'Lobby'
WHAT: Lark Doing Her Thread Thing
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: Tony and Lark are going to be flirting

1. Glownie Grooming | Animal Nursery | OTA
Sometimes it was just nice to be near the source, so to speak. Today was one of those days. Lark had decided she needed a day off of her attempts at slow magical weaving (a process slowed by having one of her watchers out exploring) and instead carried herself and some tools out to see the glownies.

The beasts were, as was to be expected, shy at first of the woman who sat on a rolled out blanket on the grass. Maybe it was the connection of her magic, or her life as an Earth Temple dedicate, or just plain animal curiosity that brought parts of the herd to investigate as she hummed to herself and pulled wool from a bag to card it into proper form for later spinning. Or maybe she just smelled like glownie, what with the working of the wool. Either way one little beast finally decided it wanted attention and Lark laughed as she had to put the carding sticks away given the glownie head butting into her chest.

"Oh you sweet thing," she laughed, stroking its head gently. "Do you not get enough attention with so many keepers away?"

She hoped they weren't lonely. And that they didn't need special feeding. She had no clue where their things were stored anyway.


2. Free Meditation Time | Hotel Lobby | OTA
It was hot. That was something that could not be easily argued. Lark, as much as she preferred to spend time in her own space when meditating, her work space felt hot and enclosed. So she had moved herself down to the hotel lobby to seek a cooler space to settle herself down. This early afternoon she was seated right on the cool stone of the floor, a large circle of thread circling herself. Her eyes were closed, her hands folded in her lap, and his attention turned inward. Until she heard footsteps.

Lark opened an eye and saw the one approaching and nodded to them. And, given she wasn't alone, she wasn't the only one reacting. A large dog, nearly as large as a wolfhound and with curly ivory colored fur, scrambled to his feet and bound from the circle to sniff at the newcomer.

"Warm day, yes?" she asked, before patting the floor near here. "It's cooler if you sit on the stone. Little Bear."

The crisp snap of the dog's name had Bear look back over his shoulder toward her and after a moment he trotted to her side and laid down again.


3. Fantasy World Queens | Fountain Area | Closed to Moonshade
If there was one person that Lark was happy to spend time with if it was asked for, it was Moonshade. The woman felt more familiar to her than many others, and the woman had brought her silk fibers. Of course she was happy to make time.

And, after their agreed upon meditation Lark had been happy to take the woman's suggestion to retire to the cooler air near the fountain for their work. Lark sat herself down straddling the rim of the fountain so she might leave one foot in the cool water and the other on the ground. She watched as Moonshade settled in to prepare her own craft work, and also for her wolfhound sized dog to settle down after some splashing in the fountain before she pulled out her own silk so she could spin.

"Do tell me, dear Moonshade, if Little Bear starts to bother you or your companion."

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2 Meditation Time

[cannot_flinch]

Ikora waited patiently while Lark meditated. She preferred the open air of the Jedi temple but each person found their peace where they could.

“It is a bit warm,” Ikora said as she approached the last few feet. She knelt down in front of Lark and her circle of string, mindful it was most likely a ward of some kind. “I hope I am not interrupting.”

She could easily leave and return but Lark had invited her. “We discussed sharing more about our sources of power. I thought you might have a free afternoon.”

[stitch_witch]

Ah, there it is. Ikora. Lark rises to her feet and moves to the edge of the circle. Merely leaning down to touch the thread broke it, and Lark took it back up, spooling it around a stick she had for the purpose. Knowing that their quiet time was over, Little Bear bounced to his feet with a joyous bark.

"Yes yes, you may go play now," she told the dog before turning her attention to Ikora. "My afternoon is very free to you."

[cannot_flinch]

Ikora watched the dog run off. They were somewhat rare in the Last City but always a welcome sight.

"Thank you for making time for me." She tilted her head towards her with a brief hint of a smile. "Would you like to return to your rooms or speak here?"

She gestured to the lobby which was certainly cooler than most places with the stone. They held the temperature from the cooler night. Though if she was more comfortable in her room they could return there.

[stitch_witch]

"I will always, quite happily, make time for you Ikora," Lark promised with a warm smile. "And I am quite comfortable here. I'm just trying to avoid the summer heat today."

And really, the stone was familiar.

[cannot_flinch]

"Thank you, I appreciate you taking time with me."

Since they weren't going to leave, she made herself more comfortable. Ophiuchus also appeared, hovering near by in case he was needed for projections or answers about the Light. The ghost was an expert in his own right.

"You never get to ask many questions when you're weaving," she said with a small smile. "I am constantly questioning you."

Glownie

[orangewayfinder]

This was place was strange. But Terra was absolutely determined to explore and see who he could help out. So as he came upon the scene of one of the beasts with their head in the lady's lap, he just stopped. He was still at a small distance and these things had definitely taken a look at him as he'd moved carefully through their herd. Startling them wasn't in his nature and he respected other living things enough not to try and scare them.

Moving just a little closer, one of the things just rushed right past him out of nowhere and half startled the keyblade wielder, but now he was close enough to hear the lady speak.

"So you..have seen these creatures before?"

Re: Glownie

[stitch_witch]

The man's approach was of course noted by Lark, but mostly because the Glownies didn't seem as comfortable with them. While Lark couldn't sense their distress, she did hear the noises of it and see the way that his advancement shifted the herd.

"Yes. They are glownies. We keep them for wool and food. And you are very new. I am Lark, please come and sit with me a time."

[orangewayfinder]

Terra started to walk towards the woman when one of the glownies as they'd been termed decided that it was going to kick its heels up and run past him for no reason. So that of course made him hesitate for a moment before it seemed safe to cross that odd space and head over.

"For food?" the keyblade wielder asked, as he watched a pair of them seem to rub their heads against each other. What odd creatures, but they were almost cute and he was positive that Ven would love them.

And if that one ever showed up here, he wasn't going to be the one to tell Ven that these animals were eaten.

[stitch_witch]

“Yes. I do not think they are used for that as much as for other things,” Lark admitted with a shrug. It would be very saddening if they were. They were wonderful creatures.

“Such is the way of the world, is it not?”

[orangewayfinder]

"Used." Terra couldn't help but make a slightly disgusted face at that thought. He recalled seeing a lot of animals on different worlds. And while he hadn't given it a lot of thought at the time, these weren't in a pen or domesticated or anything.

They seemed like they were roaming free and did people just come out and..no. He didn't want to finish that thought. So his blue eyes turned to his companion instead of focusing on the creatures.

"They just seem so friendly."

Glownie

[lionunchained]

Shiro, predictably, happened to be passing by when he came across the pasture and a familiar face amongst the glownie. He paused at the fence, watching for the longest time without saying a word, seeing that she was trying to earn their trust and not wanting distract them if one should recognize his voice. He couldn't help himself though when she said that comment.

"I don't know... clearly they aren't getting enough attention here."

[stitch_witch]

His voice brings her gaze up and Lark smiles warmly at Shiro. One might wonder, after all this time, if she smiled in any way other than warmly. As it was she put a hand to her breast and offered a solemn nod to him, a proper greeting in the circle.

"Good day to you, Shiro. I've been trying to card wool, but it seems I've their attention. Not that I mind such sweet company."

[lionunchained]

He smiled back, leaning on the fence. He gave her a nod in greeting when she greeted him.

"Perhaps they are curious, wondering what you are doing there. I'm sure they've never seen anyone actually doing anything with wool... or they are like other animals and can't have anyone seemingly ignoring them."

[stitch_witch]

Perhaps they are curious indeed. But they are absolutely sweet creatures.

"Perhaps it is that. I know Little Bear feels the same way. I had to leave him in my rooms because I didn't trust him around these sweet beasts," she laughed. "So Shiro, how have you been?"

[lionunchained]

"Little Bear? I don't know that I have had the pleasure to meet him." He figured it was a pet - or a familiar - given that she didn't really trust him around the glownie. "I have been doing well. At least as good as to be expected. How about you?"

3, thank you for your patience

[holtfinder]

Moonshade has a skin stretched on a wooden frame, tied with pieces of sinew. The tool she uses for scraping it is made of well-worn bone, the only item she has from back home.

"He's fine. I've never really spent much time with dogs--we try to keep our wolves as close to their natural wild roots as possible, not interfering with their pack structure or breeding. But Little Bear seems to be a very noble creature, for his kind."

With my weekend I couldn't touch this before today anyway

[stitch_witch]

"I've never spent time with wolves," Lark allowed in response. So she wasn't sure how one properly interacted with this situation. So she was trying her best to just work around it.

But the idea that she worked with the wolf while encouraging it to keep to natural order made Lark smile.

"You know, the way you view your companion reminds me much of the teachings of the Circle. We try and live in harmony and balance, to allow that which is natural to be natural when and where we can. I am glad to see other worlds have those who hold to similar philosophies. As for Little Bear, he can be a brat. Can't you?"

The dog wagged his tail with eager energy, bounding a few steps closer to lark.

"He misses the children."

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[beholding_archivist]

The hotel isn't necessary a place Jon frequents. Still, every once in a while he likes to check on the place, make notes on changes that have been made to it, on those living there and whether or not the place is in need of any repairs that may require some more skilled hands than his own. Which usually means any sort of repairs.

And usually he isn't being greeted by a large dog right upon entering the building. "Jesus Christ!" The Archivist exclaims and brings his hands up in an attempt to shield himself while taking a step backwards. He is left wide eyed even as the canine that may well weigh more than him is being called back. "...ah..."

Jon swallows, refraining from stepping any further into the building. Instead, his eyes linger on the woman, the question he is about to ask clear on his face. "W-what are you doing...?"

[stitch_witch]

Little Bear does whimper a little as he returns to Lark. The man looked like he could throw a stick. Or maybe that he was a stick. Either way, he'd looked fun. Lark, meanwhile, laid a hand upon the dog, smiling up at the arrival.

"I am meditating. I find that a mid-day meditation is wonderful for centering my magic and my mind. It grants balance."

[beholding_archivist]

"Oh." Jon says, blinking once. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll leave you to it."

He can just as well come back at a later time. or a later day.

[stitch_witch]

Oh, that's amusing. Lark patted the floor on the other side of her, where the dog wasn't.

"Or you could join me. There is something ot be said for being still on a cool stone floor on a hot day, is there not?"

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[thestaremaster]

Lark wasn't the only one who wanted some time near the glownies. Bucky wasn't quite so hands on, still keeping himself at a distance from the community he felt he wasn't really a part of, but he liked to come and watch the animals. It reminded him of the peace he'd felt back in Wakanda, looking after the goats, no battles to fight.

He leaned against the fence, watching them in a sort of meditative state, posture shifting abruptly when he realized there was a woman in there. He was quick to glance away to try and indicate he hadn't meant to be staring at her, making a face at himself and offering an apologetic wave.

Good one, Buck.

[stitch_witch]

"You know, you're welcome to join me," the woman laughed when she saw how awkward the man was. Come, Bucky. Let her get to know you. You look a bit familiar. But clearly that's silly.

"The glownies do not bite."

[thestaremaster]

Bucky hesitated, glancing away with a frown before hopping the fence. He approached her with his hands shoved in his pockets, extending the flesh and blood one to shake before taking a seat, careful not to startle the glownie too much.

"Bucky," he introduced, flashing a faint smile. He was a bit stiff, but he was trying.

[stitch_witch]

She smiled and reached up to push one of the glownies nearby aside so it wouldn't climb into Bucky's lap. Then she shifts her legs under herself to sit more comfortably.

"Lark. And these are hte glownies. I'm trying to get them behave enough for me to gather their loose wool.