creating something out of nothing

Clover Love Lykoi · 01-03-2011, 12:44 AM

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Aw, you are lovely, Alaine. <33 SSWM: 813

Caillen offered out both arms, and Clover collected the purple tapestry from him then. She could not help but smile at him, and it was a smile that seemingly could not melt away. This was the most kindness she had been shown in a while, and it warmed the young coyote’s heart to receive it. The world seemed to be a dark and cruel place, no matter how much Clover tried to overlook it and only see the positives. Every once and awhile, it was nice to let all the bad fade away and only focus on the things that brought comfort and peace. Caillen’s presence and, hopefully, his friendship brought that to her. It meant more to her than he could probably imagine. His unique accented words chiming into the air, he turned and went off to work, while Clover headed towards the inside of her little shack.

Though it was quaint, it was home. The young coyote smiled at the inside of her small shack, finding comfort by merely seeing all of her possessions stashed away safely inside. Though she lived alone, she found comfort in the sense of stability that the shack brought her; this was not to be permanent, but it was still nice to feel like Clover actually had a place to belong, despite it all. She went to the corner, where her tapestry was usually situated on the floor with some other skins and fabrics she had. Now that the winter was not far off, she would use the makeshift blankets she had to keep warm when the temperature dropped at night. When the tapestry was squared away, Clover settled her bag onto a small wooden shelf. While she thumbed through the things she had collected in Halifax, darkened ears picked up on the sounds of rustling brush and cracking branches, and she knew that Caillen was doing just what he had promised to do. He was too kind.

While he was at work, the girl took the time to put some of her things away. She ran her fingers through her burnt ochre hair, trying to work free any tangles that had found her long, waving locks. When she was done adjusting her appearance (making sure her rings were just so on her thin fingers) Clover reached for a jar that had been stored on one of the high shelves. She got to work instantly and with the ease of someone who knew what they were doing. Ever since she had gained the ability to shift to her Optime form, Clover had been preparing joints and other ways to smoke her precious cannabis. She rolled two, tucked them into her headband, and then placed the jar back onto the high shelf. Not wanting to take too much time to herself, the young coyote emerged from her shack to see the last rays of light fading in the tree tops.

"Oh, Caillen," she chimed when Clover came around the side to study the work he had done. Despite the fact he had not been given any tools to work with, the large hybrid had managed to create quite the sizable stack of firewood. They’d have plenty to keep the flames roaring that night, as well as enough for Clover to start one later the next day. Perhaps she could cook Caillen a decent meal the next morning before he headed off to where ever he aimed to go, and she could repay him for his generosity as well as his pleasant company. "Thanks so much for that, sweetie," she told him sincerely, gathering a small armful and stepping away from the shack to a safe distant where she could start the fire. "I’ll get a fire going then, before we lose all of the sunlight."

It did not take long for her to arrange a small pile of wood, and she used the small branches Caillen had broken off for kindling. The matches she used mostly for smoking came in handy in getting the fire going. It was only a few minutes before the first branches began to take flame. Clapping her hands together and looking up to find the cool blue gaze of the boy, Clover chimed excitedly, "There we go!" It would be nice now to just sit and enjoy the fire, and rest their feet after a long journey. There was no doubt that the girl would sleep wonderfully that night. She moved back away from the fire, now that the flames were growing stronger, and situated herself with her legs folded like a pretzel beneath her. She beckoned Caillen over with a wave of one hand, before her straw yellow eyes found the flames again. For whatever reason, the young coyote was always captivated by the flickering orange and yellow flames as they danced along the wooden fuel Mother Earth had provided them.

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