[Gift] Festival event - Knitting / Bees

Event - Knitting - Featuring Elder Han Lau (Zincwolf)
WC: 309

Elder Han Lau, or Han Lau to those who know him more intimately was nimble with his fingers; calligraphy, carvings, moving sculptures, even tattoos he'd all mastered over his endless years.... so why then, why... was knitting so hard. He glared for a moment at the red ball rolling away from him, the knitting needles paused as he watched its progress... the glare lasted mere seconds before his expression returned to its calm peaceful poise. No one had seen it, for he had chosen a quiet, contemplative place to master the art of crafting things with wool and needles..... and had even sat through a elderly erre who had shown him how, her chatterings constant yet, had a peaceful aspect that he could accept.

His attention returned to the ... scarf ... he was making, nimble fingers counting the stitches... ah he'd missed one, his long tail twitched at the count, but the words of his tutor in this art came back, mistakes were part of it the process, no one became perfect. Accepting, he continued to count, it wouldn't break the final product, and he had identified it, it would now be a progression marker. Picking up where he'd halted he wove the thread between the needles, weaving, his mind settling, calm and relaxed as the needles moved, carefully crafted by himself in a specialist wood... Though he did need to make sure his beard didn't end up trapped when he was checking.... He paused at the end the next row, and picked up te ball of white wool nearby, the red still at the far end of the area, and slowly wove it into the existing wool to start a new color, continuing onwards........ and once more the wool rolled off, to joining its companion. the sting connecting it to the scarf Han Lau was making... the pattern continuing.

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Event: Bees - Mimas (Zephyreu-s)
WC: 257

Mimas stared at the hive, wild untamed and buzzing with its workers, and so far up the large tree it would be hard. But..... he'd been told stories of the honey, how sweet and sticky it was, and that the inhabitants wouldn't mind him taking some.... he just had to get some. He couldn't remember who'd told him thus, but at time he'd agreed, he wanted some, some for Blue Ginger.... He'd backed off prior when several bees swarmed at him as he got too close to the hive, winding his was up and around the tree; the swarm a warning, though none had stung him yet..... and liquid formed at his eyes, they said they wouldn't mind......... how was he to get the honey for his rider now.

A singular bee appeared, larger than the others and she landed on his nose, no aggression from her, and nor from the hive, an odd calm to them now. not that Mimas noticed the calm, too stunned by the fluffy tiny creature that meandered over his snout.... she was adorable, carefully he raised a artificial limb, a singular talon and she wandered onto it, her antennae weaving. With gentle movements he looked at her more closely, the quest for honey forgotten in his observation.... and he followed when she flew off, away from the hive... curious, he followed until she vanished...but directly in his path was a small jar of honey... just laid there... Mimas glanced around... could he take it, gripping it close he darted off.