10-22-2011, 01:17 PM
Zana had spent the morning looking for the roots, leaves, seeds, and berries that she could use to create her different degrees of poisons for her dart dips. She had had a very successful morning and after storing her treasures to dry in the old oak she headed to the beach. The }ykois tiny frame stood on the edge of the tide looking for smooth stones, driftwood and shells to bring back with her on her next return to home. She examined a large shell before tucking it in her bag and hoping onto the trunk of an old driftwood tree.
The little woman lifted her nose to the wind before her thoughts were interupted by the one sound that grated her nerves like no other. The voice of the gulls high above brought her eyes skyward as she snarled in disgust. She hated gulls with a passion.
The little woman lifted her nose to the wind before her thoughts were interupted by the one sound that grated her nerves like no other. The voice of the gulls high above brought her eyes skyward as she snarled in disgust. She hated gulls with a passion.