Posts by Wister

Well, the bread didn't look like she thought it was supposed to. Wister was already trying to make a second batch, and deeply regretted volunteering to do this to begin with. She hadn't baked before, not once, and here she was, giving bread baking a go because it sounded like a tasty food to make at the time. Now she had dough stuck to her talons and flour dusting her fuzzy down feathers. "Pan de los Muertos. More like Muerte del Pan." She was destroying one batch of bread after another trying to get the recipe right so the bread looked nice and edible. The first batch didn't look good, but she hadn't tried it to see if it tasted good. The npcs were letting her do it herself, mainly because she wanted to do it herself, but she knew that every once in a while they checked in on her to see how things were going. Maybe there would be smoke drifting in the hallways so that they would finally be rest assured that she finally messed it up to the point of no return.

Set up in the courtyard and illuminated by candles were several masks. There were various shapes and variations to the designs of the masks, but they were devoid of color and other possible decorations. Wister had several little tables set up by the welcome help of some npcs, and on those tables were the decorations. Flowers of various colors, plastic gems, paints and paint brushes, ribbons, glue, and glitter. Npcs, along with her own scavenging, got the decorations in one place. Wister herself had a mask on her face with a couple of dark purple and green colors etched around the eyes, and a bright pink flower loosely attached to the left of it. She was considering adding more to it, but for now she would wait. "Does anybody want to make a mask?"

Taking another chunk out of the beef, she paused to get it down before her head turned to face Aquila when he spoke. Clicking her talons together, she let go of the grip she had in the meat leftovers to have her focus be on her clanmates rather than the ungracious ripping apart of her food. The bread turned out terrible to her, but then again, she hadn't given it a try after the first batch. Slowly waving a wing to greet him, she hesitated to reply. "Thanks." Compliments were supposed to be a good thing, yet all she wanted to do was hide under the cover of her down feathers and pretend she wasn't there. "Do you have any favorites on the feast tables?" Maybe he didn't have a clue what a lot of it was, either.

A cloud of flour shot into the air the same time Wister's head spun to look at Fern. Help? Did she need help? "I.." She clacked her beak once, ruffling her feathers as the flour settled down on herself and the surrounding area. "Yes, please." Goodness knew help would be better than starting a fire in the kitchen. Her talons ripped into another section of dough that she needed to mix better just as Rose came in not long after Fern. "You can help mix the dough if you want, Rose." The first batch was evidence enough that she apparently couldn't all the lumps and bumps out.

Maybe she could wear the mask after this too, when she left the territory to go visit other groups or something. Wister went to pick up a different mask before she paused to see that some of her clanmates were actually coming over. "Great!" She flinched, tapping a talon on the ground and reaching for her mask to loosen it. Why did she have to say that so loudly? Nodding and allowing Fern and Rose to work on their masks while trying not to get overly curious about the colors Rose picked out, her eyes shifted to Aquila. "What are all your favorite colors?" The question was for everyone, but she didn't know who she should be focusing her attention on to ask.

Decorating them would be fun, but she felt more curious about how they would taste in the long run. Glancing at Rose, Wister waddled over to the eye-catching display and tilted her head to the side. "They're awfully pretty." She said, pausing. How did sugar skulls get made? Did it take time to do, or something along the lines of a few minutes? For hers, she could use the rhinestones, some glitter, and a few colored cotton balls. It wouldn't last, but she could always make another one in the meantime.

Wister didn't understand death, not to its fullest extent. To her, it just meant they were gone and probably wouldn't be coming back. On the other side of it, she kind of did know what it was, she just had yet to feel the pain of loss. Instead of participating in this one, she hung back for a few moments and watched as Rose and Aquila worked on their offerings. Were her parents dead, or her siblings? Not thinking too much about it, she decided to use a pink flower from one of her masks she'd made earlier, setting it down carefully on one of the altars and debating on whether to add the second sugar skull she'd made.

Clacking her beak, Wister's head twisted from left to right and back again as they each have her a couple of colors they favored. She flapped her wings a few times but didn't ask anything more, letting them get back to finishing up their masks while she debated on making a second one. Green and blue, dark red and violet, black and a metallic yellow. At least there was a variety of colors rather than all of them saying blue, or not having a favorite color. There were several things she could do with those colors, but she couldn't pick what to do, not at this exact moment.

Did he really have to ask? Wasn't it obvious that she wanted everybody and everything covered in flour? "Do you have a preference for what you help with?" She could use help with everything at this point. The only thing she could imagine now was a pile of charred bread and some curious clanmates wondering what in the world happened to the bread. Since the second batch would be ready to go into the oven soon, hopefully with more promise going in, starting on the last bits of dough would be a good game plan.

With StormClan celebrating Dia de los Muertos, and with her not having been around long enough to know what Halloween was, the owl chick couldn't help but stare at the SkyClanner as she waddled over to him. She was slowly beginning to grow familiar with their allies, but not enough to know who belonged to which group. Besides that, she couldn't exactly check their scent, either. She didn't permit herself to ask about Halloween though, and after another short span of time spent fixing her huge eyes on him, she tilted her head. Questions kept popping into her head, one after the other, but she didn't dare ask any of them. "Somebody will be here to accept it soon."

Well, no question about it she was late. Granted she had been a bit...busy, but she preferred not to be late like this. Not much she could do about it now, but she had to get herself all caught up with what said by very curtly asking an npc what the announcements and stuff were. The alliances thing didn't interest her, and she didn't know who their allies were yet besides that one that stopped by recently. She figured that once her flight feathers came in and she lost the last of the down feathers, she would be more apt to pay their allies a visit. It wouldn't be much longer judging by how ruffled her feathers always looked recently. Then she heard that Fern and Aquila were promoted alongside herself, and she remembered that usually congratulations were in order. Both of them were interested in warfare, huh? "Congratulations." She said, shifting her gaze momentarily to Fern and Aquila. "I'll..I can be master of health."

Hopping up and down in an attempt to get some air under her talons rather than the ground, she made more of a racket than she intended when she clambered up into a chair nearby the front row to listen to the lesson. She didn't remember what it was about, mostly because she hadn't heard of the renaissance before, but that was why Aquila would be educating them today, so no harm done there. She didn't have to say anything if she didn't want to, right? It hadn't been required in previous lessons she listened to, so why would this one be any different?

Wister had no interest in the warfare or fine arts branches, and in the back of her mind, she knew she wouldn't excel at either of them. Her foundation was rooted in health, so why not help it grow? "I'll stick with health." She said, forcing her tone to harden before it softened instead. She hadn't specified which guild she wanted to be in before now, and quite frankly hadn't done a lot of research into any single guild, but she did know what she would do best with.

{Nah, this works out fine. :) }

In the brief amount of time she spent sitting on a chair, already her talons were digging through the material at an alarming rate while she tried to focus on Aquila's lesson. Art went both ways with her. It interested her sometimes, while at others she couldn't quite grasp the concept of it all. This was leaning toward the latter, even with her newfound interest in the Renaissance and the recreation of art. Her habits remained the same as most days though, her beak staying tightly closed and her eyes staring at one thing in the room after another. Somebody here would feel weird eventually if they noticed a pair of big yellow eyes staring at them for more than a minute.

With the colder weather settling in, Wister didn't have enough patience for her feathers to come in. Not her fluffy ones that covered less than half of her body now, but the 'real' ones that would allow to her to take flight. Not today, but soon. In the meantime, being on the ground would have to suffice, and seeking out warmth was becoming more and more of a priority. The sight of Aquila making some sort of drink over a fire, complete with soup and blankets, brought her hobbling over in an instant to perch on one of the blankets. It looked cozy, and she didn't feel too nervous about approaching some of her clanmates anymore either, one of which happened to be Aquila. She didn't have to ask any questions thanks to Rose coming over, leaving her to watch the fire while awaiting a reply from Aquila.

Aware of the commotion but having yet to pinpoint where it was coming from, Wister waddled along the grounds nearby the castle just as a turkey scrambled by and narrowly avoided trampling her. Distracted by the sight of one turkey, she let out a shriek and had to half hobble, half fly out of the way of several more turkies hurrying on by. "What the..?" She puffed out her chest and ruffled a few feathers, her heart hammering just as she saw the culprits of the turkey stampede. Why were Fern and Rose trying to chase turkies? It felt like more of a challenge than was necessary to get a meal or two.

Tracker jack~

Track~

Iffy about the whole thing, Wister hobbled in and ruffled her feathers several times before settling down for the meeting. She was getting used to these, but she still hadn't taken the time to learn about their allies or what the open-door policy would actually mean from this point onward. "Congratulations, Rose." Her voice barely made it past a whisper, but that was as high as she would permit her voice to go at a meeting if she could help it. Thankfully Rose asked one of the questions she had, saving her from having to ask it herself. As for the name change, she quite liked it.

Having very little interaction with those that came to the Covenant in weeks prior, the messy looking owl chick turned her head all the way around in order to see the unfamiliar figure trekking through the territory below. No, she couldn't fly yet, but it wouldn't be too much longer now. She could still hoist herself up onto the lower tree branches though, one of which she was perched on. They had an open-door policy, or whatever Fernando called it, but she could still ask who they were if she wanted. Questions weren't something she liked to bring up herself, but when others had yet to arrive, she didn't want to just stalk the stranger until one of her clanmates did come across them. Staying up on her tree branch, she turned her body around before finally speaking up. "You looking for someone?" Or something, perhaps? Or just passing through? There was a rather large number of possibilities at the moment.