SEVEN. [Action]

[blessingone]

[Fenimore's spent much of the morning walking the road between the shops and house 34, ferrying large bottles that she's filled with every bead she can get her hands on. She's walking quickly, or as quickly as her fairly short legs will allow, and her expression is purposeful. Before it starts raining, she can be found struggling to transport a large standing loom, largely by shoving and, twice after the rainfall started, she could be found with a beach umbrella in each hand, wobbling slightly due to the unbalanced configuration.

Afternoon will find her on the side of the road near the bridge under the four beach umbrellas she had set up in a square that morning. The standing loom is facing the water and, every now and then, she looks past it to examine the colours of the water. A beaded tapestry of a landscape is taking form through the afternoon and likely much of the evening.

But Fenimore is not particularly artistic, however inspired to attempt this much larger beading project than she’s ever tried, so the proportions of the landscape are a bit off. It might be particularly hard to tell that the grass furthest in the foreground is on a hill leading down to the greatly curved beach, but both components should at least be recognizable from the colours: green of largely the same shade for the grass and an alternating pattern of two sandy colours on the beach. To the left, a darker swath of green may be recognizable as a forest, but the angle chosen doesn't permit one to see if any trees are on the right.

It's easy to see, once she reaches that high in the weaving, that most of the attention has been lavished on the ocean. A wide array of shades of blue have been used, suggesting deeper portions and the occasional wave. It may not be skilfully done, but it was certainly carefully done. By the time she reaches near the top of the tapestry, it becomes clear that the sky is also blue, of a much brighter shade than the ocean, with only a couple of clouds.

Feel free to catch her at any point of time during the day. Note: tagging will be slow the rare times I can go online tomorrow, but I wanted to take advantage of the player plot.]

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka happens to notice as he's passing by and even walks up behind her to watch all sneakily at her work. He never knew Fenimore was so artistic. He might get away with getting unnoticed, but lately he's been feeling like he really should work on his flute playing more. Which means he's playing it now, trying to play a rather indistinct tune. Badly.]

[blessingone]

[At first, she tries to ignore wherever the bad flute playing was coming from, loathe to leave her work, but, after it distracts her for too long, she turns in the direction of the sound.]

...Sokka? What are you doing?

[markofthewise]

Uh. Practicing. [What's wrong with that?] What are you doing?

[blessingone]

[She wrinkles her nose a bit, wanting to say that he needs a lot of practice in that case, but she's temporarily sidetracked by the question.] What does it look like?

[markofthewise]

Making a picture. With beads. [He's never seen anyone do this before, so it's pretty interesting.]

[blessingone]

[...Oh, so he really didn't know what she was doing.] Yeah. It's called beading--well, among other things. In this case, I'm making to hang on the wall as a decoration.

[markofthewise]

Well it looks pretty good. Is that somewhere you've been?

[blessingone]

It's the view of the ocean near where I grew up. It was a bit of a walk, but I used to go all the time.

[markofthewise]

Hey! I grew up next to the ocean too. Well, it looked nothing like that.

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Adell, taken by his own fancy of creative juices, takes a walk around the village, despite the rain. Actually, it was helping. ...However, the umbrellas by one of the bridges catches his eye. He's going to walk on over to investigate, to see Fenimore weaving a complex tapestry of beads. By this point, the ocean's pretty much in plain view.

He'll stop and admire her work. It may not be the greatest thing in the world, but it's certainly nice.]

...Wow, Fenimore. This is pretty cool!

[blessingone]

[She looks up when he speaks.] You think so? [She looks back at what she has so far critically. She's having the trouble of her inspiration being much loftier than her skill can manage, as often happens with art. But then she looks back at him, sounding more confident.] Well, I do this kind of thing all the time. Although I've never made one this big before....

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

Huh. I didn't know you liked doing this sort of thing. What made you decide to make something so big? The ocean looks really good...

[blessingone]

[Honestly, she's not entirely sure. But when she stops to think about it, the last comment gives her an idea.] I guess it's just that I was thinking about the ocean back home. It's been a long time, so I wanted to do something to remember it by.

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

So you lived near the ocean back in your home world? That's pretty cool. Is this what it looked like? If so... that's quite a view.

[The tapestry might not be perfect, but given the highly inspiring vibes in the air, Adell is getting a clear vision of the beach and surf in his mind. It's so clear he can almost feel the sea breeze rustling through his hair. The smile building on his face might betray that he's picturing it rather vividly.]

[blessingone]

[She smiles a little in return when she sees his, assuming from his that he's a fellow sea fan.] Yeah. It was a bit of a walk, but it was worth it every time. [She taps some of the lower beads with one finger. She speaks fondly as she looks at the ocean beads.] You couldn't see it from the village because of the forest in the way, but when you got to the edge of the woods, you could see over the whole bay.

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[...He hasn't seen much of the ocean, honestly. But it's something he's always wanted to see a lot of.]

Must've been amazing, especially if you could see the sun set or rise over it.

[And now he's picturing that. Vividly. If only some mental images could be real.]

[blessingone]

I didn't see it then all that often. My parents usually didn't allow me out that late...or that early. [It's difficult to tell if the quiet tone of voice and the small smile that accompanies it are wistful or just nostalgic.] But a few times a year, I got to go with a group down to the shore in time--sometimes, the whole village would go.

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

[She's out in the rain all day today because there is something distinctly in the air. Here's a girl with a bright red umbrella just watching what you're doing with a look of fascination.]

[blessingone]

[It takes her a few minutes to notice, even with that bright red umbrella, but eventually she looks up.] Oh, hello Shirley. What brings you out in this weather? Though I guess you mightn't mind the wet. [What with the way "Shirley" doesn't mind getting dirty.]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

I don't mind it at all. I thought I'd go for a walk and admire all the colours. [She smiles.] Hello again.

[blessingone]

The colours?

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

[She nods. And lifts her free hand to point down at the beaded landscape.]

Colours.

DERP sorry for taking so long to reply.

[blessingone]

[Her eyes follow the hand down to the beads. After a moment, she smiles. "Shirley" can't have gone on her walk to see Fenimore's tapestry, since she can't think of a way the other girl could have known about it in advance. But she takes it as a compliment.]

Ahh, that's what you meant. I was surprised they had so many colours of beads around--I guess people haven't been using them.

No problem! /o/

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

All the more reason to use them all now, then. They're very pretty. [Crouching down to look.] And they don't wash away in the rain.

[blessingone]

Yeah. [It takes her a moment to realize what the last comment might refer to.] Oh yeah, the...chalk you used washed off pretty easily. I guess the rain would be enough to wash it away, huh?