LIBBS
The brain is a fascinating thing. Can remember to take apart a six cylinder engine and put it back together? No problem! Can remember around 3,000 different car models and their years? Not a problem. Can conjure some magical math to make some toothpicks hold a bowling ball? Easymode.
Weaving a basket? Nope. It's game over. Time to commit sudoku.
That was Libb's day. While waiting for her 'sun-capturing' process to finish brewing, Libbs had been attempting another part of the festivities. That is making a basket, because what else are you going to hold the sun in? Besides, she eventually had to offer up all that tea to Safrin anyways, and she needed the basket for that. Tea was heavy, The problem was, Libbs was by no means a prodigal learner. And something about convincing grass to SIT NICELY IN THE LOOM was just an impossible task for the creature.
And nothing is more demoralizing then watching a small child perfect the craft in a few moments versus her entire afternoon only to make a replication of the Gordian knot? So, the defeated mechanic did what proper mechanics did. Find a bar nearby and get wrecked.
So, she sombered her sorry butt into the nearest bar, climbing onto the nearest barstool. She slapped down her misunderstood art, looking suspiciously like something you'd find in a high-priced abstract museum, and frowned. "Can I have something to drink please sir?" like the dejected puppy she was.
Weaving a basket? Nope. It's game over. Time to commit sudoku.
That was Libb's day. While waiting for her 'sun-capturing' process to finish brewing, Libbs had been attempting another part of the festivities. That is making a basket, because what else are you going to hold the sun in? Besides, she eventually had to offer up all that tea to Safrin anyways, and she needed the basket for that. Tea was heavy, The problem was, Libbs was by no means a prodigal learner. And something about convincing grass to SIT NICELY IN THE LOOM was just an impossible task for the creature.
And nothing is more demoralizing then watching a small child perfect the craft in a few moments versus her entire afternoon only to make a replication of the Gordian knot? So, the defeated mechanic did what proper mechanics did. Find a bar nearby and get wrecked.
So, she sombered her sorry butt into the nearest bar, climbing onto the nearest barstool. She slapped down her misunderstood art, looking suspiciously like something you'd find in a high-priced abstract museum, and frowned. "Can I have something to drink please sir?" like the dejected puppy she was.
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BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
