Today was a rare day of smiles and sun.
There was still, perhaps, just a bit of a strange glare from the paint currently decorating patterns across her features that mirrored the person whom she was staring fondly at as they made their explanations. Zamara already knew what they had planned upon doing here, of course. She and Chaele had spoken of this idea as they had shared meals over campfires and the young dancer was entirely in support of her mentor-in-survival.
Already Zamara moves before Chaele finishes their brief speech to a pile of pre-gathered sticks, twine, leaves, and feathers. With neither any experience whatsoever in construction nor confidence in her ability to remain uninjured out on her own, the two had already decided a task for her: the crafting of little effigies intended to point wayward travelers towards this clearing. Zamara was to start off the creation of these stalwart wooden soldiers that would be replaced from time to time so that they could continuously serve to guide those that were lost.
She finds a patch of soft grass to sit herself cross-legged upon as she begins her careful work with a bright and cheerful grin directed at those still gathered. As the hammer rings out a steady rhythm, Zamara finds herself unable to sit still and shimmies herself in tight motions to cause tiny bells woven into her clothing to jingle and jangle.
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Zamara starts to construct stickmen to serve as trail markers pointing towards the hut as well as providing musical accompaniment to those still in the clearing.
There was still, perhaps, just a bit of a strange glare from the paint currently decorating patterns across her features that mirrored the person whom she was staring fondly at as they made their explanations. Zamara already knew what they had planned upon doing here, of course. She and Chaele had spoken of this idea as they had shared meals over campfires and the young dancer was entirely in support of her mentor-in-survival.
Already Zamara moves before Chaele finishes their brief speech to a pile of pre-gathered sticks, twine, leaves, and feathers. With neither any experience whatsoever in construction nor confidence in her ability to remain uninjured out on her own, the two had already decided a task for her: the crafting of little effigies intended to point wayward travelers towards this clearing. Zamara was to start off the creation of these stalwart wooden soldiers that would be replaced from time to time so that they could continuously serve to guide those that were lost.
She finds a patch of soft grass to sit herself cross-legged upon as she begins her careful work with a bright and cheerful grin directed at those still gathered. As the hammer rings out a steady rhythm, Zamara finds herself unable to sit still and shimmies herself in tight motions to cause tiny bells woven into her clothing to jingle and jangle.
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Zamara starts to construct stickmen to serve as trail markers pointing towards the hut as well as providing musical accompaniment to those still in the clearing.
Zamara
