felt the branches of it looking at me

Sparrow · 05-10-2012, 06:50 PM

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She nodded in agreement when he commented about their fragile state. She remembered having difficultly for the first time when she was tying them herself for the first time, and the only reason she broken none at that time was from months of practice. It was a hard way to live, but she had managed. “It’ll get easier,” she offered in reassurance, though it was not needed; it was just nice to add, she guessed.

As the male continued to talk, she listened carefully, already thinking about what he was telling her. What he spoke of reminded her strongly of what a group of humanized canines used for their advantage; in fact, they were the ones that inspired her trapping abilities and taught her a few knots that later blossomed into something she was good at. The only reason why she did not practice such herself was namely for her naturally built camouflage, and the fact that she neither had the time nor materials for such things.

When he completed his question, she glanced at Vesper for a moment, noticing her return a moment ago, but nonetheless answered it quietly, “I knew a few strangers who used such things… They called it ghillie suits, said that the humans used to use it because of their pale fur. Your people may call it something else though… But, it’s not a bad idea. In fact… it may make it even better, confuse the enemy better.” She glanced at the Optio, wondering if she, too, agreed, or at least managed to catch enough words for her to understand.

Sparrow glanced at first at the rope, then at the bird named Stark that fluttered off her shoulders, her eyes following after the creature. She only tore her gaze away from him when her sibling mentioned her name, and blinked humbly at her kind expression. The fawn gave a tiny nod and rose to her feet, looking back to Ithiel for a moment, and picked her way to Vesper, a completed frame clutched in her hands.

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