bone carving [★] silver lining

[j a c k .]

the light scent of lavender in the wake of such tinged iron. The feast had gone off quietly; and it did jack a great pride to be able to assemble it, but watching Aine in the center of what she knew; maybe not herbs, but crafts. Non-violence was something that lit a warmth in his chest. A soft smile held his features as he walked along the paper lanterns, taking note of the bottles that held glowing bugs. a blacksmith shop, one he had went to before and came away unsatisfied. Jack had no need for a blacksmith, but this season was all about cerimony, it wouldn't be such a taboo thing for him to carry an actual knife with him, one made from the first harvested kill. well..

"you did amazing, Aine." Jack offered the praise without hesitance. curling around one of the candles near to the blacksmith shop. The monitor lizard he had hunted- or what remained of it was tucked away in a linen bag along his hip. he saw a stranger there- amongst them, someone he had yet to meet. He tilted his head, a grin along his maw sharp. "The end to a long hunt, and a start to the prosperity of the Pitt."

Under Silent's reign, there were few changes, and in the stark of this one, jack felt it all come to close, he was not ignorant to the lands around him, and such thought- such preparations and belief in the air would do these weeping lands some good. New growth and all that. "they call my Jack, what's you're name?" the gleam in his eye was mischievous, wondering of the stranger would fall for it. It was an old custom, and jack were not fully a fae, but he felt the power in the unanswered question- he wondered if the other would.