Adjusting the folds of buckskin in her lap, Anann shoved the thick needle through the first layer of leather and into the next. She had already sewn the longest seam and all that was left was to sew on the circular bottom to what was quickly becoming a new cover for her punching bag. The tubular bag of sand had taken its first year of punishment rather well since she had made it with a double layer to start, but time and use had taken its toll though and it was time to reinforce it again.
She had been working on the project since the late morning hours after she had finished with her morning training. Taking refuge in a lower branch of the large tree to the front of her cabin. It was high enough to give her a view over the top of her cabin, giving her sight over all that she considered to be hers. A favored spot, the bark of the branch had been worn smooth, or smoother than it had once been. Many of the cracks and crevices in its surface held a few amber and gold hairs from the woman's pelt in testament to the time she had spent there. Often with needle and cord as she stitched together one project or another from the leather stash she kept.
Anann had caught the movement of a silvery form from the corner of her eye. She tensed, not ready to deal with Keese's bullshit for the day, but all it took was one look and it was clear that it was not the silver male she had expected. The needle in her hand was momentarily forgotten as she watched the other female begin to practice in the training yard. The tell tale signs of a smile was beginning to pull at her lips, a rare thing as of late. It wasn't too often that there was an unexpected visitor to the training grounds she had created. Though Haven stopped by regularly for their usual sparring sessions. The young collie was unknown to Anann, but there had been a recent tide of new comers with the warminh of the season and so she thought little of it. After watching for awhile Anann slid from her perch, landing with a slight squat before striding out towards the training area, her project left hanging over a limb. "Widen your stance." She advised, though her tone was gruff and she skipped her usual introduction. Had she been her usual self she would have greeted the other with a gentle smile and a softer tone. As it was, this was as bout as good as it got.
.anann003 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8fb5b6; letter-spacing:1px; }
.anann003ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#c7dadb; text-align:right;}
.anann003 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.anann003 {margin:0 auto; width:347px; background-color:#000200; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ann003.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #aebabb; padding: 200px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#aebabb; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>