08-07-2011, 06:56 PM
Shh it's all good <3 Caspa is strange though. WC 503
Somehow she'd availed herself of the idea that if she had heavier sticks, she could throw and catch them more easily. She had no idea where this vague idea of catching was leading to at present, just that she was sick of trying to improve her concentration and accuracy by throwing at targets, and her dexterity had improved enormously the first time she'd thought of tossing around small objects. She'd progressed to rocks, which made her arms ache nicely, but she wanted something more difficult. A stick, that twirled in the air when thrown, was an interesting idea, for just keeping your eye on the end coming towards you was a challenge.
The rangy loose-limbed girl wanted heavy, short sticks to try it out with, but the forest floor was not being generous. All were too long and too thick to break, and she didn't have any tools to shorten them. She had half her attention on scouting for provisions, feeling it only sensible to multi-task while on a hunt for improbable items. Maybe this was the reason her subconsciously-operating nasal passages led her to drift towards the particular tree, although signs of life above were too faint for her to notice mindfully. She rested against it for a moment, slim back as straight as a trunk naturally so that it propped easily against the bark. She was certainly peckish, and it showed in the ebbing of her will to walk. There seemed no hope of a meal before arriving at her home, though, so she cast about for a method to distract and liven herself. With a toe, she loosened a clod of earth, then bent to pick it up. She observed it for a moment, a worm wriggling near the surface, then - but first replacing the worm back in the shallow hole it had been wrenched from, in an oddly considerate manner - she started to pass it from paw to paw, handling it softly enough to not break it to pieces.
Her attention thus absorbed, she didn't hear the movement above, and it came as a real shock when a shower of debris hurtled before her eyes from above, a bundle of tangled nestlike materials that was near enough to the size of the clod to be mistaken for it for a moment. She caught the bundle, then threw it up again in confusion at the unexpected textures. Her other hand caught the nest, the earth brick returning to the first. The effect was eyecatching enough that she threw them both up again, and caught them both again. Then, almost smiling although she hardly ever smiled, she did it again, in rapid succession - hardly a few seconds had passed, and yet she'd kept both objects in the air - at least one at any given moment - for longer than she would have thought possible. This simple trick was quite fascinating to the introverted youth, whose mind was quietly beginning to brew with possibilities.
Somehow she'd availed herself of the idea that if she had heavier sticks, she could throw and catch them more easily. She had no idea where this vague idea of catching was leading to at present, just that she was sick of trying to improve her concentration and accuracy by throwing at targets, and her dexterity had improved enormously the first time she'd thought of tossing around small objects. She'd progressed to rocks, which made her arms ache nicely, but she wanted something more difficult. A stick, that twirled in the air when thrown, was an interesting idea, for just keeping your eye on the end coming towards you was a challenge.
The rangy loose-limbed girl wanted heavy, short sticks to try it out with, but the forest floor was not being generous. All were too long and too thick to break, and she didn't have any tools to shorten them. She had half her attention on scouting for provisions, feeling it only sensible to multi-task while on a hunt for improbable items. Maybe this was the reason her subconsciously-operating nasal passages led her to drift towards the particular tree, although signs of life above were too faint for her to notice mindfully. She rested against it for a moment, slim back as straight as a trunk naturally so that it propped easily against the bark. She was certainly peckish, and it showed in the ebbing of her will to walk. There seemed no hope of a meal before arriving at her home, though, so she cast about for a method to distract and liven herself. With a toe, she loosened a clod of earth, then bent to pick it up. She observed it for a moment, a worm wriggling near the surface, then - but first replacing the worm back in the shallow hole it had been wrenched from, in an oddly considerate manner - she started to pass it from paw to paw, handling it softly enough to not break it to pieces.
Her attention thus absorbed, she didn't hear the movement above, and it came as a real shock when a shower of debris hurtled before her eyes from above, a bundle of tangled nestlike materials that was near enough to the size of the clod to be mistaken for it for a moment. She caught the bundle, then threw it up again in confusion at the unexpected textures. Her other hand caught the nest, the earth brick returning to the first. The effect was eyecatching enough that she threw them both up again, and caught them both again. Then, almost smiling although she hardly ever smiled, she did it again, in rapid succession - hardly a few seconds had passed, and yet she'd kept both objects in the air - at least one at any given moment - for longer than she would have thought possible. This simple trick was quite fascinating to the introverted youth, whose mind was quietly beginning to brew with possibilities.