felt the branches of it looking at me

Sparrow · 04-29-2012, 12:25 PM

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Okay, so this is what I kinda imagined for the basic weaving to be,
and this to be the finally product with all the leaves.

Sparrow, thus far, had felt very accomplished yet still on edge. She shyly nodded back to the male, turning her gaze quickly away from him as he went off on his own to gather his load. It was not like she feared Ithiel, for he made no action or spoke words to struck her like so, but it was just pure nerves about being near someone she did not know. She could tell that he probably was not used to this sort of work for the clan, and felt intimidated the whole time he watched her in order to know what he needed to gather despite knowing he meant no harm. When he walked off, she calmed down, and felt a little disappointed in herself for being so relieved that he went his own way. But, she did not dwell long on her feelings, giving all her focus upon the task at hand.

She glanced at Vesper’s first collection with slight smile, amused at what she gathered. “We can work with it,” she said in her airy voice. She wondered for a moment how she became an Optio—no, she did not doubt her sister’s abilities in the slightest, knowing that she was a fit leader. Sparrow was curious as to how she was able to stay in Inferni for so long, to allow being under their guidance until she moved up their ranks. As pups, Vesper did not struck her sister to be the one to comply with other’s rules, being the one-girl army she was, and wondered what happened for that to change. The fawn was silent about her thoughts for now, but her questions may be asked one day, when the borders were peaceful and the idea of threats was in the back of the coyotes’ minds.

The mottled female listened to the Optio’s last suggestion, and nodded, keeping that in mind. When she spoke directly at her, she nodded once more, and hid the slight surprise she felt. Sparrow assumed that she would go head first independently without her help, and given the position to start, well, made her feel appreciated. She knelt by the piled branches, and grabbed a few to start. She wished to speak out how she does the weaving, but she found no words to help her. She hoped that the two could keep up with her actions, so went slow at first. She took a few of the straighter, less bendable branches like the ones Vesper gathered and placed them in rows, spaced more or less evenly. She then took the pliable ones, and began to make a pattern, a branch going over then under the stiff ones. After a minute, she made the base of what would go around the stands.

“It’s a little bare… but if we tie on the leaves, it’ll blend in much better. Like you said,” she made eye contact with Ithiel, not knowing what his name is and hoping he knew that she was referring to him, “vines would be better than dead plants… But it’s the best we can do for now… If they don’t know about the stands, then we shouldn’t be noticeable for now.”

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