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Atisia (marten spirit guide) is visible :3
I just wrote as if no one has arrived yet, so people can get the most posts out of this!
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Tools and ploughs were strewn on the ground in front of her, where she waited for the tribesmembers to arrive. They were already late for planting season, but it was not a catastrophe yet, not so long as they could still get those seeds planted. Three workhorses stood ready, but Ulilohi was not certain how they could be used: only two of the ploughs that she had brought were made for use by a horse. Otherwise there were plenty of tools to till and ready the ground by hand. Atisia scurried over the different tools and tut tutted at their quality, not quite up to par with the work of the Great Tribe's craftsmen. "They will do, Atisia." she muttered to him, only for him to hear. He nodded and continued to tut at them, and she sent her eyes rolling skywards until he shot her a look to make her moderate herself. Tools were tools, and they needn't be pretty to work, but she dared not tell him so.
The sun was already high, and the councilwoman found herself impatient. The large lady was not afraid of getting her hands dirty at all, in fact she was eager for the workload. It gave her pleasure to make use of herself, and to feel the burn of tired muscles when she went to sleep at night. Not since her last training session with the spear, moons ago, had she felt that satisfied. She found her body aching to be used and to be exhausted and rested, and she stood waiting with a huge smile on her face. Still, she had taken into consideration that not everyone would enjoy the task. Hidden away in a packed under a nearby tree were meat and fish treats and drink, ready for whenever they would decide to take a break.
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