Bramen had every intention of showing Dorian around - and the elf was going to make certain that he'd be able to do so. For now, Camras and Deywen could tend to him and show him how to care for the halla. Even though, in truth, Bramen would have loved doing that too. Still, he had matters to tend to, questions the Keeper still had, a brother to catch up with. He wouldn't have another opportunity like this for some time. Dorian would be all right without him for now.
Camras and Deywen led Dorian to a large pen, crafted of cut logs - surprisingly fine craftsmanship for a nomadic clan who moved about so much. The halla moved through the open gate and into their pen, a few looking back at Dorian and the two elves that followed them. The Dalish hounds were on the outside of the pen, circling in either direction, making certain all the deer were safely inside. They doubled back towards Camras, the elf giving them each a pat before Deywen moved to fetch something from one of the aravels camped near the pen. Camras remained, listening to Dorian's story.
"It sounds very much like our lethallin to tend to harts... Perhaps tonight, by the fireside, we shall tell you of the time he made an effort to tame a wild hart," he said it with a small laugh, the man seeming to relax a little more in Dorian's presence. "We do not have dracolisks in the woods but we have heard tales of the beasts, seen noble humans keeping them. They are not creatures we would dare cross."
Over by the aravel, Deywen pulled out a bag that he slung over his shoulder, retrieving two more as he made his way back to his brother and their guest. He handed them each a shoulder-bag with a nod.
"What you need is in there," Camras explained, motioning for Dorian to follow. "Brushes for their coats, poultices made of elfroot for any wounds they have, ironbark picks for their hooves, sanding stones for their antlers. We ask you only use that on the halla with mature horns," he said, gesturing to a few near the entrance of the pen, ones that had antlers that twisted and curved into beautiful shapes. Camras pointed out the younger halla, antlers much smaller, just forming and so delicate-looking.
"If you remain here for several days, our craftsmen may show you how to train their horns," Deywen said, moving in behind the pair. "Go ahead - speak what Elvhen you know to them, speak it softly as you brush their coats."
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Date: 2015-02-21 06:59 pm (UTC)Camras and Deywen led Dorian to a large pen, crafted of cut logs - surprisingly fine craftsmanship for a nomadic clan who moved about so much. The halla moved through the open gate and into their pen, a few looking back at Dorian and the two elves that followed them. The Dalish hounds were on the outside of the pen, circling in either direction, making certain all the deer were safely inside. They doubled back towards Camras, the elf giving them each a pat before Deywen moved to fetch something from one of the aravels camped near the pen. Camras remained, listening to Dorian's story.
"It sounds very much like our lethallin to tend to harts... Perhaps tonight, by the fireside, we shall tell you of the time he made an effort to tame a wild hart," he said it with a small laugh, the man seeming to relax a little more in Dorian's presence. "We do not have dracolisks in the woods but we have heard tales of the beasts, seen noble humans keeping them. They are not creatures we would dare cross."
Over by the aravel, Deywen pulled out a bag that he slung over his shoulder, retrieving two more as he made his way back to his brother and their guest. He handed them each a shoulder-bag with a nod.
"What you need is in there," Camras explained, motioning for Dorian to follow. "Brushes for their coats, poultices made of elfroot for any wounds they have, ironbark picks for their hooves, sanding stones for their antlers. We ask you only use that on the halla with mature horns," he said, gesturing to a few near the entrance of the pen, ones that had antlers that twisted and curved into beautiful shapes. Camras pointed out the younger halla, antlers much smaller, just forming and so delicate-looking.
"If you remain here for several days, our craftsmen may show you how to train their horns," Deywen said, moving in behind the pair. "Go ahead - speak what Elvhen you know to them, speak it softly as you brush their coats."