He was working within his den, preparing some hides since natural resources for dyes had been limited. While some hides were being stretched out on some rough looms that had been crafted for such a purpose Ouija had settled next to the fire over which the meat of the hides was being smoked over and worked on stitching together one of the completed furs into the shape of a doll. It was a labor intensive project to try and shape since he was stitching it into shape from a single fur instead of having cut it into scraps to whip together. The knock had gone ignored because he was so focused on what was in his hands but his name being spoken by a voice he couldn't recognize caught his attention.
"I'm here. What do you need?" He called out in return, his words obviously distracted since he didn't bother to look up. But then again it wasn't like he couldn't talk and work at the same time. After all he had no idea who it was or how they even knew his name so he figured it was a discussion that wouldn't take too long. Also he couldn't easily put aside what he was working on, not with the teachings he had grown up under. His mentor had refused any breaks until all work had been completed to perfection. It was a lesson that stuck with him. He simply couldn't slack off if he had work to do just as he couldn't do anything but his absolute best either. |
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