WC:388+ YO!
She really should have been working on traps or other useful utensils. But Caprica was never much one for 'should'. She did a good line in doing just as she pleased - a trait that had never really caused any trouble, or even been noticed, much, even as a child - since the months where she was just old enough to really start causing difficulties for her guardians, were the same months she had found herself alone, or at least serially alone, and without any reliable form of guardian. It hadn't been strictly necessary, of course, but her rebellious instincts had not been curbed and she was not even aware of them herself. Thankfully, she had a streak of kindliness and respect that refused to let her get any more rambunctious than today's avoidance of useful activity. She was making jewellery again. Hey - perhaps she could trade it sometime, for the benefit of the pack. She could put her desires to use. Right?
The torchlight flickered on the walls of the large common cavern, and on Caprica, perched on a large log with legs crossed and her work on a cloth on her lap. She was taking her time, picking beads from a collection. They were colourful, and painted with pine resin varnish so that they shone. She'd designed the colours and patterns - some were large with stripes or spots or various designs, some tiny and simply painted. Here and there she added a tooth onto the leather thongs, or a small shell. Looking at those, she smiled to think how successful her last gift had been involving the cowries. It had earned her her newest and most secret possession, and brought her to the most fortunate of mornings. Funny how things worked out. Her expression was soft and intensely concentrated on her work, but every now and then she broke off to gaze dreamily into shadowy space, dark lips parting as if to say something aloud, a word that would be laced with a smile if it had ever made it into existence. Once, she lost herself in dreaming so totally that she found herself commenting "Oh, the colours in the tree leaves are so amazing right now!" although of course there was no one in the cave to hear, nor any leaves visible anywhere.
Image courtesy of Ant Jackson@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!
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