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Claudius had been quietly organizing his supplies in preparation for the spring months. He had not really discovered his love for dyes until it was later in the season and therefore did not have many colours stored. He had used a full jar of prepared dye when he had visited Liliana and still had a few other jars waiting to be used, but he knew that he would have to replenish them this spring. He was so excited for the rebirth and rejuvenation of the world! Just thinking about it put a smile on his face. While his mother loved the winter, Claudius’ favourite time of the year was the quiet spring, when every delicate flower showed its strength and grew back again.
He paused to take stock of his collection, wondering where he would need more supplies. Mason jars and dye bath containers were on the top of his list. It would be helpful if he could learn how to make them himself, but he was not one for glass-blowing or blacksmithing. Perhaps one day he would learn, but as far as he knew, there wasn’t a soul in AniWaya who possessed these skills and he did not want to venture much farther to find out.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that that when Dawali politely called his name, he nearly had a heart attack from the shock. No one ever came to visit him here anymore; not even Ocèane despite her continued membership in the tribe. Of course, when Claudius realized who it was calling his name, his eyed widened and he quickly twisted around to find the Kalona. Dawali was at his cave!
“Dawali!” he tried. “Sh-sh-ould you be… here? A-are…en…t you s-still r-r-r-ecover-er-ing?” Claudius quickly pushed set his supplies aside and pushed himself to his feet. He took a few quick steps and reached out with his arms to help the Kalona if he needed it. “Do… d-d-do you wa-a-a-ant s-some help?”