wc; 500 backdated to december 1st, early afternoon. Note Frodo hasn't been here long at this time, so anyone he meets in this thread (apart from Ayasha who greeted him into the pack) he wont know yet. All welcome though!
It had been a successful day. Very successful indeed. He’d helped a young lady how to hunt and now there was a spring in his step as he waltzed back to AniWaya. Frodo now had some animal pelt thrown over his shoulder, in a sort of makeshift sack. Inside this sack was lots of boar meat. Frodo grinned widely, very pleased with himself at having killed the boar. It had been an adventure for him indeed. Got lucky this time, ol’ boy. he muttered to himself, hauling the meat further up his shoulder and then plodding onwards. Now his brain was straining to figure out where on earth he’d put the wretched load. He hadn’t yet a proper home so currently he slept in the stables with his horse, but he didn’t fancy leaving it there… he wouldn’t trust it out in the open. He’d have to dump it in the stables for now, Frodo thought, and come back for it later once he found somewhere better.
He did just that, unloading his sack of meat inside the stall in which his horse was standing in, pawing the ground eagerly. The man also took off his cloak, bow, and quiver, for he needn’t need them the rest of the day, the only thing him keeping in his hand his silver dagger. Surprisingly, it was quite sunny, and most of the recent snow had melted away. So the man walked naked out of the stall and barn, stretching himself as he walked straight forwards, finally hitting the AniWayan village. Halting himself, the Silvertongue looked around, craning his neck at his surroundings. He hadn’t been here for nine months. Hmm… Frodo scratched his chin, wondering if his pack would mind if he made his own hut in the village. Of course they wouldn’t mind. he told himself, a slight smile tugging at his maw. This was his home now, too. He lived here. He had a right to building his own hut.
Cautious and intense green eyes flicked this way and that. Frodo Silvertongue examined everyone else’s houses with ease, taking in what their differences were, which seemed the most basic, which were smaller and which were bigger, which were sturdy and which were weak. Eventually, he made up his mind to what he wanted. Frodo picked a nice empty spot in the central area of the village, and started drawing up basic plans for the hut with his dagger. It was basically a large hexagon shape, with a divider roughly half way through it. The plan was to have one half for sleeping in, and the other would be the entrance where he kept his weapons, food, and other items; and of course where visitors could talk to him. When he was happy with his plan, Frodo finally got to work, collecting long branches and stray planks of wood to form the basic structure of what was to be his home.
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