03-10-2012, 07:10 PM
The tiny woman had headed out to the grotto to clean out her tree den and enjoy the day to herself. Timori was now over four months old and enjoying more freedoms as a youth of Inferni. While she couldn't keep him safe from every harm she made certain he always had a shadow. Either Saul or Sup Sup spent their days following and playing with the boy if he wasn't with her or another clan mate. She wasn't certain just what he had decided to do today but she knew by dusk she would find out. He always returned home with his wild adventures in broken puppy.
She smiled at the idea as she climbed into the branches that housed her once home, now merely her storage space. It seemed that she had got the jump on the squirrels for the annoying tree rodents had yet to start destroying her jars of poisons and dried plants, roots and berries. She ignored these items for now and began to rummage through the collection of bone she had stored in the corner of the round hollow. Her small hands rolled over the cut and splintered pieces of the old whale bones she'd gathered when she was just a child. She had much help in cutting them to more manageable sizes but still even today she would need to bound them up tight to haul them home to the mansion.
She sighed, thinking of the long trek back to the mansion and how it would have been lovely if Saul had made this trip with her, but it had been she who had insisted that the large stallion assist the de le Poer boy on his adventures for today. She reminded herself after a moment that she had wanted to enjoy a dip in the hot springs as well, a slight smile upon her lip as she finished bundling up the old bones, tying them firmly in place with leather thongs before she slowly lowered them from the oak tree onto the ground below.
The tiny woman shifted them to her back for the few yards to the hot springs. She laid the bundle down softly onto the damp ground, not worried about how the humidity would affect the old solid bones. Zana had other things in mind as she tested the temperature of the water before she slide down the bank and into the waters herself. She had to stand on tippytoes until she found her general perch on one of the solid flat rocks in the springs, her little paws curling around the rock as she let the steam float around her. She knew she must look like a drown rat in the waters but she didn't care.
She smiled at the idea as she climbed into the branches that housed her once home, now merely her storage space. It seemed that she had got the jump on the squirrels for the annoying tree rodents had yet to start destroying her jars of poisons and dried plants, roots and berries. She ignored these items for now and began to rummage through the collection of bone she had stored in the corner of the round hollow. Her small hands rolled over the cut and splintered pieces of the old whale bones she'd gathered when she was just a child. She had much help in cutting them to more manageable sizes but still even today she would need to bound them up tight to haul them home to the mansion.
She sighed, thinking of the long trek back to the mansion and how it would have been lovely if Saul had made this trip with her, but it had been she who had insisted that the large stallion assist the de le Poer boy on his adventures for today. She reminded herself after a moment that she had wanted to enjoy a dip in the hot springs as well, a slight smile upon her lip as she finished bundling up the old bones, tying them firmly in place with leather thongs before she slowly lowered them from the oak tree onto the ground below.
The tiny woman shifted them to her back for the few yards to the hot springs. She laid the bundle down softly onto the damp ground, not worried about how the humidity would affect the old solid bones. Zana had other things in mind as she tested the temperature of the water before she slide down the bank and into the waters herself. She had to stand on tippytoes until she found her general perch on one of the solid flat rocks in the springs, her little paws curling around the rock as she let the steam float around her. She knew she must look like a drown rat in the waters but she didn't care.