When songbirds sing (Open!)

[RaenRain]

The leaves that blew in the wind up in the tree canopies was as gentle as her hand on the needle, she pulled and watched as the thread of the cloth began to form before her very eyes, bringing to life what she had envisioned from the very start of this weaving venture.

 

She had arrived in Gridania only but a night ago and she was already sitting in the empty Amphitheater with her weaving tools strewn across the wooden stool she sat on, the small square of dalamud red fabric was currently being morphed into a simple pair of strapped sandals. A few people would walk past the auri female, waving in greetings as they went to keep the main stage tidy of the falling leaves and other plant life, and she would nod back lightly with a smile that was silent yet warm.   

Edited August 28, 2020 by RaenRain

[Noel Stirling]

The crinkle and crunch of leaves beneath her footfalls were noticeable with each step as the short haired individual brushed off her jacket upon entering Gridania. Her jet black hair and red highlights glisten from the sunlight beams that filter through the leaf canopies and various branches above her. The sounds of various activities and idle chatter begin to grow louder in volume as Noel strides through the major thoroughfare of Gridania's markets. The metal of gil could be heard being stashed in to leather pouches, exchanged from hand to hand and thrown down on wooden tables. Flicking a coin of her own around in her palm, Noel maneuvers the single coin around her knuckles before tossing it up and grabbing it mid air. A heavy breath exudes from her as seafoam eyes scan the exit of the markets. A stray bang of hair falls in front of her eyes as she purses her lips and blows it out of her vision.

Taking stride by the Amphitheater, Noel continues to flick the Gil in the air before failing to catch it the third time. The metallic coin bounces off her hand and tumbles a few feet through the grass down towards the stage. Frowning, Noel trots a few steps towards the coin to catch up before finding it slightly covered in dirt. Shoving it back in a jacket pocket, Noel's gaze falls upon a bolt of red fabric as it continues to be woven by the wooden tool being helmed by an Au Ra individual. She blinks for a moment, placing a hand on one hip and tilting her head to the side, slightly curious. "Now that's sure a sight. Puttin' on a show without'a instrument."

 

Edited October 8, 2020 by Noel Stirling