Preferably someone who can help with building things? >_>

Beginning the project anew was slightly harder than Ralla first imagined it. What with J'adore now teaching her how to write and her time doing her regular duties and taking care of Ayasha and trying to teach J'adore everything about the Otlvna Gata tier, she barely had time to breathe. Not to mention she wanted time spent with Kemo, which was another thing atop the heap of 'to-do'. And now she was adding this--finishing the observatory--to the workload. She had been happy to find her hut well cleaned and taken care of--courtesy of J'adore, who she felt like she would need to hunt for in return--and had found the foundation that she and him had made the previous winter still sturdy. All that was left was to construct the walls and roof, which would have a hole in it anyway...sort of; it needed a latch to open a close to keep rain out. But she had built her own tree hut in a month; she could do the same with this one. Especially now since the earth was becoming wetter and easier to work with.

Earlier in the morning she had fixed some wooden poles that would act as the base, tying them tight with rope that would not have to hold much strain once the clay was molded over the thatching. She was currently going about the wooded groves near the village, picked up piles upon piles of undergrowth and twigs that she could tie together to form a basic wall. Later, once that was finished, she would mix water and the rich clay deposits near the river to make a paste that, when dry, would become hard as brick. Such a procedure was not hard to figure out, given a little experimentation, and she had learned it by watching long ago in her birth lands. Watching had been a keen specialty of hers, and she had not been blind to everything but nature and the moon. Sugar stood munching on the new grass behind her, his back piled high with similar thatching, roped down about his middle. Thoughts of how the new observatory would be taken in by her tribe romped in Ralla's mind, as well as what would be in there. A sand table for charting the stars, a desk and parchment for writing the stories, shelves of scrolls, and the walls painted with constellations! The mention of paint and parchment brought Ralla to thinking that she would need to visit Cercatori D'Arte for the supplies to do so, which she wouldn't mind at all since the wolves she had met last time were very amiable and kind. If one had been looking on at her right then, they would've thought that she was doing a funny dance, bending forward and standing straight in such swift intervals due to her enthusiasm to get the building finished.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

It's okay :3 I don't mind every once in awhile, since I understand the evils of sleep-deprivation >.> Oh, and I didn't mention this before like I should've so... (Nootau: Not Visible) ALSO! Feel free to powerplay them to wherever to pick up the wood, and then I'll powerplay them to Ralla's hut to begin construction. It just helps the thread plot move faster

Ralla smiled brilliantly, happiness evident in her face. "That sounds wonderful," she said in response to Shiloh's deal. With all the wood Sugar hauled on the cart already, a little more such a short distance wouldn't hurt him much at all. She patted the horse's brown hide with confidence, feeling his strong muscles beneath. He had always been a loyal friend and mount, taking her across Nova Scotia's creation and back when she had asked. She would be sad when it would be time to put him to pasture, as all old horses were destined to be, and that he would have no descendants, but she would let him live his old life peacefully, since it was only fair. Give back what you have taken, she thought to herself; a saying of equality amongst the natural forces of the world. Balance.

"How're you finding it here, Shiloh?" Ralla had never formally asked, and she felt like it was an unspoken duty for her to oversee the new members' comfort, since the same had been done for her on more than one occasion. Although a month in, Shiloh was not a new member, she was new enough. But she spoke with a confidence in her voice belied by its softness, so Ralla was likewise confident in her finding everything at least satisfactory. "I know that it seems like a lot of us aren't around a lot, but that's because the territory's so large and we all have our duties. Once you get into a routine, our tribe mates seem to appear as they will it." How true this was; at first, when Ralla had arrived, she had wondered if her tribe mates were ghosts. But then she began to see the rythmn of the pack, and she fell into it as well, and eventually she began to meet her family more and more. Their movements were like a song; if you followed the beat, harmony would come. "And I hope Ayasha has been good company," she commented as an afterthought. The white wolfess knew how much her daughter liked to roam around, but sometimes she worried that might bother someone. Although, as of yet, it seemed as if the tribe was more than happy to pitch in to her upbringing.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.