The Future is Near

Ralla · 04-02-2011, 10:28 PM

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Herp-derp? Which, coincidentally, was meant to be a show o.0

She could see that they would get nowhere if the two of them continued to be courteous to each other, so she shook her head, a broad grin on her face, and set to work with some of the bones, taking the tallow, some snow, and scrubbing hard with a brush she had brought much earlier in the process. "We'll do it as you said. Start with what you will." At that point it was a mad race to get the bones cleaned because, honestly, there were not enough hours in a day. And Ralla could remember well enough it had taken to clean bones at a leisurely pace. No, she did not have that sort of time.

Each bone that she finished felt smoother in her hands, gleaming a little in natural luster. The antlers presented a bit of a problem, trying to maneuver them comfortably, but they, too, got their turn. All throughout Ralla secretly watched J'adore, judging him. She mostly looked for qualities that she felt would qualify for a devoted member, and for all her time spent she could find no fault. On the other hand, she did not know J'adore as intimately as Kemo or, really, many others--which she could understand; not everyone chose to wear their hearts on their sleeves. But somehow, she felt like she always did, and that maybe she was too innocent in that respect. As of yet, she had yet to come to any harm--physical, at least--from the quality, so she had not really done anything about it. What's so wrong about being open? She certainly preferred it to being cold like her brother was most times.

"Well, that took a bit," she said, glancing up from their work to the sky. The sun had risen maybe three positions higher, now at midday, although the worst was over. Hefting up the treated ropes, Ralla stood and began to rifle through their assortment of macabre building materials, testing to see which ones would fit best together. With an 'aha!' moment she took three large femurs for the base and fumbled with them, looking up sheepishly to J'adore as a silent plea for help.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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