Anything But a Farmer
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ooc: Permission granted to PP Zeus

Hardly had she taken to using human instruments, but she assumed this was as good of a time as any to at least learn how to use something small that she could handle. The instructions were simple enough; pull back and forth across the wood where it was marked and eventually the form of the wood would change.

A seemingly boring task, but to the female this was something new entirely. Her nerves were a bit of edge when she took the saw and placed it against the beam, eying it purposefully because attempting to move. With a little turn she brought Zeus’ sling to curve across her back a little as she bent then brought a hand over the wood to brace it. Setting the teeth on top of the beam, she waited a moment to fight off her nerves… then pushed forward and began.

The sound was something new entirely, nothing like the pounding of those noisy birds against the trees or the rhythmic strikes of a paw against a trunk. It was like a song in a sense, it carried its own tune that changed as she applied pressure to the beam and forced the metal deeper into the wood. With several choice motions, the metal severed the wood leaving now two clean cut pieces and a fragrant aroma wafting into her nostrils. The woodlands…only stronger. She graced a curious claw over the smooth edge of the wood and found it came away a little damp, but enough to remind her that at one point this had been a part of a living, growing thing. And of it, something more was being created.

Setting aside the pieces (while minding Zeus across her back), she hoisted up another marked piece and began again with the saw singing its unique tune of creation within destruction. And oddly enough, as her muscles worked to push the toothed metal deeper into the wood in rhythmic procession, X’yrin found herself smiling and oddly content.

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