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Oh, this was exciting. Mati looked down at the shells that she held as she thought about the bag. She had so much trouble with all the supplies that she needed to go out and gather, a sturdy bag would be nice to have for once. The canvas things that she had used were getting too tattered now a days. Anann’s remarks brought Mati to nod and smile brightly, That would be wonderful, to my hip is fine. She could envision the bag, something simple but made with purpose and meant to last. This was extremely generous of the other woman, and she hoped that they things that she could offer would make for a proper trade.
Mati was quite talented, her ability growing each time she practiced. But she could not always see the perfection in her technique, the greatness of her eye. Instead she wandered and questioned. She took what she liked and grew strong and stoic in the fact that she liked it, and that was all that mattered. But beneath that harder exterior she needed to approval of others, needed the boost of confidence.
The plan that Anann scripted seemed like a bit unfair. She would have nothing to offer her outright in return for the bag. Mati could not help but be a bit reluctant in nodding her head and agreeing. If only Anann were sure. Okay, but only if your sure. Mati spoke, her tone still spirited by the prospect of the new bag. She hoped that Anann wouldn’t be disappointed by what she saw in Mati’s art. Such a thing was usually up to the different creature’s taste.
They walked along the beach, the shells accumulating as they spoke. Her thoughts drifted from Cambria, the jewelry that she had wished to make for her taking a back seat. And it wasn’t until Mati felt the warm air on her back that she remembered that they were being followed. The wolfess jumped slightly as she gave an “Oh!” Head turning to see the large midnight stallion standing behind her, interest deeply set in his features. Mati couldn’t read what it was that he was thinking, but she knew that he was not set out to trample her as she had once worried about. Her hand touched her tickled mane and then Mati let a small laugh escape her mouth, feeling foolish for being so shocked.
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