Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
Hemin heard Amun's voice raise about him respecting the landshark pup and he internally shook his head. That may be true, but at the moment he wasn't really getting along with The Voice. He had too many questions about her that he may even be questioning or regretting Ascending. That and his two strongest influences to become Ascended left. "Yeah, yeah. Don't touch the shark, got it." He muttered this under his breath before he followed Amun to the corner of the Guild opposite the furnaces.
Hemin's heart leaped at seeing his new, surprise of a space. He imagined his manikins and bases all tucked on the rack and his binding supplies filling the table. Since most of his items were near his home and at his shop, he imagined using this space for touch-ups or for making complex bases that may require the furnaces at the other end of the guild.
"This will be fine for now. Gotta decide what I'd bring here and what I'd keep. Also, whether I'd be making this trip often or not since I'm... I'm..." He spun around and saw all the others at work. Some giving him looks, others doing the thing where you acknowledge another as something more than furniture. And even still, some in the back were laughing and having a good time, though Hemin wasn't sure he was judging the scenario well.
"Does this mean i'm an Art-isan member now? Wow." He leaned backwards and sat on the table, both hands clasped on the edge, taking in the moment.
"So, now that i have my own table or anything, what's the catch? I pay a fee to get a membership or something?" He asked, excited to have his name on some official scroll or something.
Hemin's heart leaped at seeing his new, surprise of a space. He imagined his manikins and bases all tucked on the rack and his binding supplies filling the table. Since most of his items were near his home and at his shop, he imagined using this space for touch-ups or for making complex bases that may require the furnaces at the other end of the guild.
"This will be fine for now. Gotta decide what I'd bring here and what I'd keep. Also, whether I'd be making this trip often or not since I'm... I'm..." He spun around and saw all the others at work. Some giving him looks, others doing the thing where you acknowledge another as something more than furniture. And even still, some in the back were laughing and having a good time, though Hemin wasn't sure he was judging the scenario well.
"Does this mean i'm an Art-isan member now? Wow." He leaned backwards and sat on the table, both hands clasped on the edge, taking in the moment.
"So, now that i have my own table or anything, what's the catch? I pay a fee to get a membership or something?" He asked, excited to have his name on some official scroll or something.
I may not be there to remind you.
