08-08-2011, 09:32 PM
Tawny hopped down to a lower rock when Range got closer, sitting down and dangling her legs into the water. Occasionally her foot would brush up against his side as she held the necklace out. It was clear that the female was blushing this time, hoping that he liked the present. The threads, though there had only been three pulled away from the large flag, made a thick cord that looked and felt strong. The two brightly colored rocks stood out amongst the dark threads, almost shining from the smooth polish that lying on the bottom of the pond had given them. Smiling, she leaned down and wrapped the length around his neck and knotted the ends together tightly, patting the two rocks that lay at the base of his throat.
After the necklace was secured she pulled her hands back and curled them onto her lap, looking away in shy embarrassment. Though she loved making things and giving them away to others, she was shy and nervous when it came to them saying thanks or giving praise. It was awkward and she felt that she didn't deserve it, usually just smiling and nodding without really listening before making her exit.
Before Range could really start saying anything the little female jumped up and went over to the remaining rocks and such, kneeling and picking through them. The pretty ones were placed in the little rabbit skin satchel tied like a necklace around her throat. It was perfect for the little treasure that she often found when exploring the lands. Often it was full of flowers, rocks and shells, making little clinking and tinkling noises with each of her body's movements.
After the necklace was secured she pulled her hands back and curled them onto her lap, looking away in shy embarrassment. Though she loved making things and giving them away to others, she was shy and nervous when it came to them saying thanks or giving praise. It was awkward and she felt that she didn't deserve it, usually just smiling and nodding without really listening before making her exit.
Before Range could really start saying anything the little female jumped up and went over to the remaining rocks and such, kneeling and picking through them. The pretty ones were placed in the little rabbit skin satchel tied like a necklace around her throat. It was perfect for the little treasure that she often found when exploring the lands. Often it was full of flowers, rocks and shells, making little clinking and tinkling noises with each of her body's movements.