You show up a little bit late because you are often late to things because you get terribly distracted like a small child had Important Observing Of Things to do. But you show up, which is good- because you have a gift to give.
To Isuma (andJigano, you suppose).
You're carrying the big basket bed thing your arms as you approach the bard and his companion, grinning over your prize with brown eyes shining. "Hi, Isuma! I made you a bed!" The bed is made of aromatic pine limbs, sanded down and woven together through magic. There's a pile of snow moss growing inside, coating the limbs happily and growing rich and dense. "I hope you like it!" you say almost shyly, your freckled face flushed.
Made the bed here! {gge} sticks and stones and nature's own
To Isuma (and
You're carrying the big basket bed thing your arms as you approach the bard and his companion, grinning over your prize with brown eyes shining. "Hi, Isuma! I made you a bed!" The bed is made of aromatic pine limbs, sanded down and woven together through magic. There's a pile of snow moss growing inside, coating the limbs happily and growing rich and dense. "I hope you like it!" you say almost shyly, your freckled face flushed.
Made the bed here! {gge} sticks and stones and nature's own
kaimana
