Post by jaffer on Feb 24, 2008 19:43:58 GMT -5
IC – Jaffer.
Jaffer looked around at the crowd that was gathering near the dancing stage, and a small fluttering feeling began to take hold of his stomach. Looking over to list of names, Jaffer took note that he was near the bottom. It would probably be a couple of hours before the thirty odd contestants in front of him had done their dances.
Walking away from the dance stage, Jaffer moved towards the crafts display. He walked between tables displaying crafts of all sorts, a ring made from a tyrannosaurs tooth found in the rainy basin. A mask made with feathers from Chandara, designed to look like the head of one of those feathered saurians. A beautiful kite, made from the softest spun silk, made even more amazing by the fact that it’s creator was the Tree Town school bus, who had made many, and gave them to the children.
Reaching the prize table, Jaffer was delighted to see the pair of chain mail bracelets he had made. He had crafted each ring from a different colour metal, making the rings so small that you could hardly make them out. Around the bracelets were pictures of notable places on Dinotopia. Waterfall City, Tree Town and Canyon City, just to name a few. The pictures were woven into the metal rings, each tiny link adding it’s colour to the picture. Looking at the ribbon next to the bracelets, Jaffer’s heart leapt at having won third prize. Looking up the table, the raptors breath caught in his throat as he saw what had come first. A set of dinner plates made from the plates on the back of a stegosaurus, who gave them willingly before starting his final journey to the rainy basin. The deep orange colour of the plates seemed to radiate, as if the dinosaur who had donated them was smiling from somewhere beyond the black veil. A small note was sitting besides the plates.
‘Dedicated to Shaleback, you will be missed dearly. This prize is for you.’
Jaffer felt a tear run down his scaled snout as he read the note, realising that the crafter must have been a good friend of the dinosaur. With a sad smile, the raptor turned and walked back towards the dance competition, noting that twenty-four of the competitors had done their dances.
Jaffer looked around at the crowd that was gathering near the dancing stage, and a small fluttering feeling began to take hold of his stomach. Looking over to list of names, Jaffer took note that he was near the bottom. It would probably be a couple of hours before the thirty odd contestants in front of him had done their dances.
Walking away from the dance stage, Jaffer moved towards the crafts display. He walked between tables displaying crafts of all sorts, a ring made from a tyrannosaurs tooth found in the rainy basin. A mask made with feathers from Chandara, designed to look like the head of one of those feathered saurians. A beautiful kite, made from the softest spun silk, made even more amazing by the fact that it’s creator was the Tree Town school bus, who had made many, and gave them to the children.
Reaching the prize table, Jaffer was delighted to see the pair of chain mail bracelets he had made. He had crafted each ring from a different colour metal, making the rings so small that you could hardly make them out. Around the bracelets were pictures of notable places on Dinotopia. Waterfall City, Tree Town and Canyon City, just to name a few. The pictures were woven into the metal rings, each tiny link adding it’s colour to the picture. Looking at the ribbon next to the bracelets, Jaffer’s heart leapt at having won third prize. Looking up the table, the raptors breath caught in his throat as he saw what had come first. A set of dinner plates made from the plates on the back of a stegosaurus, who gave them willingly before starting his final journey to the rainy basin. The deep orange colour of the plates seemed to radiate, as if the dinosaur who had donated them was smiling from somewhere beyond the black veil. A small note was sitting besides the plates.
‘Dedicated to Shaleback, you will be missed dearly. This prize is for you.’
Jaffer felt a tear run down his scaled snout as he read the note, realising that the crafter must have been a good friend of the dinosaur. With a sad smile, the raptor turned and walked back towards the dance competition, noting that twenty-four of the competitors had done their dances.
Is it just us?