06-08-2009, 01:34 AM
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For the duration of her re-introduction back into the tribe lands, her presence remained lingering about the region of Grandfather's Tears. Remaining here for the fact that the springs provided a cool reliable source for water and bathing (especially after her journey; talk about not holding the tradition feminine needs! For a second she honestly thought she was turning into a messy adolescent male!), fish and plentiful wildlife to prey upon, and for the fact that her trusted equine was quite winded and exhausted from their journey, so sticking to the springs was a good idea for the fact that the equine could drink, cool off, and graze when needed.
With russet pelt damp after a refreshing dip in one of the more deeper pools of the spring, the fiery red headed yearling was situated on one of the banks; sitting in the grasses, knees raised and outstretched in front of her. Within her grasp she was wielding what was a makeshift sort of wooden spear, collected by semi heavy tree branches that had either been broken off or naturally fell off with time (there was a collection of two others at her side, different shapes and sizes). Its pointed end was incredibly dull, however, so no real fine thrusting could mortally damage any mock assailant that came her way. The rest of the elongated base was thick and sturdy, however; good quality of wood that could hit its target and remain unbreakable. Asha was certainly no craftsman, but knew several basic tricks of the trade to make simple weaponry from when she was only six months old. Her profession could have been one making such said tools and weaponry, but, Asha was more proficient with putting said things to use. For someone who was naturally dainty, her small hands were quite quick, and her delicate wrists fluid in sudden jerking motions.
Her little makeshift weapon for the day, it was nothing special. Its underlying purpose was mainly for spearing fish for a meal this afternoon, but the point end was so dull that she didn't think she could modify it to be as sharp as she wanted. The base was strong enough to wield as a long club like weapon, maybe she could strike down a fast moving hare. It would surely find purpose with whatever it was destined to use, as she was shaving out the base with a sharp rock. Biting her lip, her soft amber eyes concentrated on tailoring this long and skinny piece of wood, ever so often bringing her gaze up to Aiden and checking upon his current status by the springs.
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For the duration of her re-introduction back into the tribe lands, her presence remained lingering about the region of Grandfather's Tears. Remaining here for the fact that the springs provided a cool reliable source for water and bathing (especially after her journey; talk about not holding the tradition feminine needs! For a second she honestly thought she was turning into a messy adolescent male!), fish and plentiful wildlife to prey upon, and for the fact that her trusted equine was quite winded and exhausted from their journey, so sticking to the springs was a good idea for the fact that the equine could drink, cool off, and graze when needed.
With russet pelt damp after a refreshing dip in one of the more deeper pools of the spring, the fiery red headed yearling was situated on one of the banks; sitting in the grasses, knees raised and outstretched in front of her. Within her grasp she was wielding what was a makeshift sort of wooden spear, collected by semi heavy tree branches that had either been broken off or naturally fell off with time (there was a collection of two others at her side, different shapes and sizes). Its pointed end was incredibly dull, however, so no real fine thrusting could mortally damage any mock assailant that came her way. The rest of the elongated base was thick and sturdy, however; good quality of wood that could hit its target and remain unbreakable. Asha was certainly no craftsman, but knew several basic tricks of the trade to make simple weaponry from when she was only six months old. Her profession could have been one making such said tools and weaponry, but, Asha was more proficient with putting said things to use. For someone who was naturally dainty, her small hands were quite quick, and her delicate wrists fluid in sudden jerking motions.
Her little makeshift weapon for the day, it was nothing special. Its underlying purpose was mainly for spearing fish for a meal this afternoon, but the point end was so dull that she didn't think she could modify it to be as sharp as she wanted. The base was strong enough to wield as a long club like weapon, maybe she could strike down a fast moving hare. It would surely find purpose with whatever it was destined to use, as she was shaving out the base with a sharp rock. Biting her lip, her soft amber eyes concentrated on tailoring this long and skinny piece of wood, ever so often bringing her gaze up to Aiden and checking upon his current status by the springs.
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