Gabriel Sionoma
Sheriff of Sulon
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He toiled quietly, as he always did when day shifted to night. The homestead was eerily quiet, despite the presence of a multitude of people. Like cigarro smoke in a gentle wind, Spark often came and she went. Avalore, while very close to Gabe, was busy these days tending to the numerous children that seemed to be sprouting in the homestead. Tacked on with her healer circle responsibilities, the two often felt as ships passing in the night. Relit and Vaet kept to themselves, often sticking around the tap tree or tending to Ankarres forest that was flourishing in the backlot. And Gabe couldn't recall the last time he had spoken with Jacen, though he suspected his tending to responsibilities and tutelage for his son likely got in the way of camaraderie.
Taheera felt like a more constant presence around the homestead and property, though Gabe often wondered if she was the cause of the deficit in deli meat and cheeses in the kitchen refrigerator. As far as he could tell, she was perpetually hungry. He wondered if it was a result of the transfer, a sort of craving born from a large expense of energy.
The underbelly of the homestead was an ever evolving centerpiece to Gabe's work. While he remained, forever, a man fashioned towards lightside alchemy, he was also a Sulon Sheriff and Marshal for the Galactic Alliance. That meant that while he preferred that his workshop remain ever revolving around the concepts of forging and crafting, the induction of technology and surveillance equipment was required. Not only for immediate response to any issues that might arise on the planet, but also in the event that he need to evacuate in the event of an invasion. While Sulon sat at the center of Alliance space, nothing lasted forever. So he made it his priority to keep things working and enhancing, staying ahead of the curve. As well as that, the workshop and underdwelling served as a mode of communication and transportation in the event that SLEEG need respond to an alliance crisis. The recent incursions of First Order into Alliance space came to mind. While no personnel from the SLEEG office reported directly to the homestead, it was in constant communication with the satellite facility that was nested within Baron's Hed.
But none of that mattered right now. For the life of him, Gabe could not recall how to go about stretching leather and treating it to wrap a hilt. Or more accurately, he couldn't remember the specifics of the process. It was his preference to wrap a hilt with alchemically imbued leather as it added notes of personality with mild benefit. Clicking on the holonet, the screen lit up as he clicked on the search bar.
:
IY Tikulini Leather molding::
The screen shined a milky white that painted the otherwise rust and blue hued room. On the screen, an abundance of results. He started clicking haphazardly, assuming the firewall and other various software installed by Spark would keep things running smoothly. [member="Taheera Sollo"]