felt the branches of it looking at me

Sparrow · 04-25-2012, 01:34 PM

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Vesper seemed to at least like what she suggested, which made her heart soar with happiness. She didn’t want her sister to think that she was going to be completely useless like she was when they were pups, and hoped that Vesper saw that she was trying to improve her ways; that was the longest she ever spoke since who knew when, and barely trailed off from the point. Sparrow saw blue eyes glance at the only adornment on her body, and saw, very faintly, the corner of her lips curl upwards. It was the slightest formation of some smile. The fawn shifted her gaze to ground for a moment, a small, shy grin flashing quickly over her features.

She listened to Ithiel, and felt pleasantly surprised at his idea. It was brilliant, though she made no motion to show that she approved, only looking upon the Optio for her judgment. But, Vesper liked the idea as well, though pointed out it would take a long time for it to happen, which Sparrow did not think about. Maybe after this tension the clan would be able to do that, she thought, and then the archeries will truly be a deadly force, an invisible doom like a plague.

The Tirones nodded silently at the orders, and carefully approached into the deep, yellow eyes scanning the foliage that would be easy to weave. She began to pick at slim, bendable branches that were somewhat supple, but tough. She broke off about ten, small twigs from the same tree, hoping to be constant with the plantlife to make the camouflage more realistic. She then cautiously gathered some leaves, also trying to keep the same shape and color at least somewhat similar. After a couple of minutes, she carried all she could, one arm holding the branches, the other cradling the leaves, walking a bit slower than usual in attempt to keep the debris from floating away.

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