[p] Creative minds wander
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Caprica clicked her fingers as she walked, moving to the rhythm of an inaudible voice singing in her head. Before she knew it, the words were coming out of her own mouth. She had an unusual singing voice, one that coloured even her howls and other wolf vocalisations. It was deep, yet feminine: husky and lazy. She mostly sang when in a good mood, and her humour today was one inescapable. She had to constantly watch her mouth, to stop the song breaking out. She didn't want particularly the embarrassment of being overheard. Her mind drifted to the work of last night: a piece of copper wire pulled out of one of the common human cables that littered the land, twisted bent and woven into what was beginning to resemble a bird. Maybe a crow. That was an idea. She would finish that later. The thought brought still more exuberance to her mood and the woman unthinkingly let loose a few words of song. "Just going to let it flyy…" And then her hands clapped over her maw. How stupid she must sound. Caprica thought then that perhaps finishing the little model now was a better idea than parading her far-too-cheerful self around others, and headed back to her cave. Once there she surveyed the chaos. Heaps of gleaned human relics and found natural objects were scattered all around. She had not yet finished the construction of her shelves, but the cherry wood planks were lodged into crevices and balanced on tree stumps to make a temporary solution. Even they were covered in debris, though, meaning it would take even longer to get around to fixing them. Caprica heaved a long-suffering sigh and looked for her bird model. It was not on the shelf: and she growled frustratedly to realise she must have knocked it down, or had she moved it?

Her mood somewhat darkened, the Anatheman began to clatter around the cluttered cavern, knocking even more things over as she searched. From above the entrance, the hanging skull of a great stag stared down at her, his antlers hung with pieces of jewellery, a safe place compared to the rest of her room: all her precious things were kept there. In one of his eye sockets perched the little copper crow, a jaunty set to his head as if observing his maker's frustration amused him, being the cause of all the consternation.
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OOC: Sorry about the wait Sad

IC: Ayasha had worried about her mate since he had been missing for a few days but he had come back yesterday. There was something a bit off about him but had been happy, which was always a good thing. Plus, there were some things that she probably didn’t want to know. But the time that Liam had been gone had been rather nerve-wracking but he was home now and maybe they could start working on having pups again. If she was correct, she was going to be going into heat within the next few days. Which meant that it was more likely that she could get pregnant.

But she had different things to worry about. Right now she wanted to make sure that she got more of the map done. Right now she was working on a rough draft of it and had figured out that she needed to carry the supplies around with her. Thankfully she had her bag where she normally had her carving supplies but now most of it was in her rooms that she shared with her mate.

She came upon an area that she hadn’t mapped out yet and reached into her bag to get out the paper and charcoal. But when she got them out, she found out that both were unusable. The map that she was making was full and she checked to see if she had more paper. Which she didn’t have. And her charcoal, her only piece of charcoal, was too short to use. She needed more but didn’t know where to find it. She slumped against the wall of the cave and said rather loudly, ”Crap!” She didn’t really care if anyone heard her or not. Though if someone did then they might be able to help her.


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