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Date: June 8, 2011Setting: Thornbury Time: Early Afternoon Character Form: Optime |
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OOC: Sorry if this post seems a little bland, I'm not very good at starting threads. xD Just tell me if I need anything changed.
This is starting to come out nicely, the cocoa girl thought as she stared down at her handiwork with admiring, stormy-blue eyes. After a second of reviewing her work from a short distance, she bent back over whatever she was tinkering with. She reached for a short, rusty carving knife beside her without taking her gaze off of her little project and continued her product while, unintended, shielded her crafting from sight. Evelyn always seemed to be secretive about what she was working on, even though all alone she was worried that someone would see it before it was ready for other eyes to look over it. Despite her confidence, the wolf hybrid did not want others to judge her work before it was even finished.
She was sitting cross-legged with the object she was cutting on her lap on shabby porch stairs, her house itself looking no better. Sure, it was sturdy, but Evelyn has only started fixing it, only patching a small hole in the roof just the other day. Today, she decided to take a break and work on objects she was willing to trade like the small ax she was crafting, whether it was for other packs or people in Cercatori d’Arte was for the other person’s side of the bargain to decide. But the craftsman was simple, and would not ask for much for her work, and especially had a weak spot of human trinkets, which were abundant here in Nova Scotia. Yet, she had not have the chance to trade with anyone yet, thanks to her minimum inventory for things to give.
As Evelyn expertly shaved the wooden handle of the stone ax, she wondered about little things; being one of the newer wolves, she did not have much to worry about, so often thought about small concerns. Like what was she going to do once this ax was finished with, what she should do next for her home, whom was she going to meet next? Or what her next meal was going to be, as her stomach interrupted her thinking with a quiet growl. She let out a small laugh as her talking belly went silent, and then a contented sigh, and then concentrated back on shaping the ax’s handle.
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