Zamara's dark gaze lingers out over those gathered without a single word uttered to them. She remains close to Chaele's side, if just a few steps behind like some wayward child sailing in the wake of her adult's heels. A look of distrust enters her eyes if any of the others attempt to meet them, if only for a moment.
There was no need for her mentor to vocalize the task she was now set to and Zamara moved with decisiveness to return to the place she had sat before. Once again, her deft fingers begin to twist together twine to bind stick to stick until once again a sizable stack has been created. She then gathers up the fresh trail markers and with head held high she sets off on her own towards the Undergrove, intending to dot the landscape in the opposite direction.
As the station fades from view, so too does Zamara's confidence. She constantly swivels her head around and watches each step- making poor progress among the trees.
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(So sorry, real life stuff was keeping me from posting.)
Zamara spends time crafting more simple trail markers before hanging them from trees leading from the station to the Undergrove.
There was no need for her mentor to vocalize the task she was now set to and Zamara moved with decisiveness to return to the place she had sat before. Once again, her deft fingers begin to twist together twine to bind stick to stick until once again a sizable stack has been created. She then gathers up the fresh trail markers and with head held high she sets off on her own towards the Undergrove, intending to dot the landscape in the opposite direction.
As the station fades from view, so too does Zamara's confidence. She constantly swivels her head around and watches each step- making poor progress among the trees.
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(So sorry, real life stuff was keeping me from posting.)
Zamara spends time crafting more simple trail markers before hanging them from trees leading from the station to the Undergrove.
Zamara
