Papillion was not in the habit of being still or calm, even in unusual circumstances she did not know how to simply stay in one place. When walking in and out of the Spire several times had not put her back into the alleyway, she was happy enough to pick up life where she had left off - it wasn't all that different, anyway.
Food, while not plentiful, could be found. That said, it was a matter of catching it. Where she had managed to gather things that looked and (thankfully) tasted familiar, she wanted meat. Pounds of blood and flesh could be cured and stored, and though Papillion did not know know how truly bad the winters here might get, she wasn't exactly in the habit of going hungry, either.
She'd come to the ravine hunting rocks that would be suitable for a spearhead, still refusing to enter the ruins. Though her clothing had certainly suffered, acquiring new stains and tears, she'd managed and, despite it all, still glittered, throwing shards of red and yellow light into the leaf litter and bare branches as she approached the head of the cliff, scuffing the rocks with reinforced toes. "Oh hello hello to you too, yes, good morning." Pap cheerfully chatted with the birds overhead, scooping up a rock and running her thumb along the edge as she craned her neck to look up at the boughs, spotting the vivid white bird among them. "Oh hi, you guys have an awful pretty friend there! Caw caw, good morning pretty birds."
Food, while not plentiful, could be found. That said, it was a matter of catching it. Where she had managed to gather things that looked and (thankfully) tasted familiar, she wanted meat. Pounds of blood and flesh could be cured and stored, and though Papillion did not know know how truly bad the winters here might get, she wasn't exactly in the habit of going hungry, either.
She'd come to the ravine hunting rocks that would be suitable for a spearhead, still refusing to enter the ruins. Though her clothing had certainly suffered, acquiring new stains and tears, she'd managed and, despite it all, still glittered, throwing shards of red and yellow light into the leaf litter and bare branches as she approached the head of the cliff, scuffing the rocks with reinforced toes. "Oh hello hello to you too, yes, good morning." Pap cheerfully chatted with the birds overhead, scooping up a rock and running her thumb along the edge as she craned her neck to look up at the boughs, spotting the vivid white bird among them. "Oh hi, you guys have an awful pretty friend there! Caw caw, good morning pretty birds."
