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There had been several feathers to which she would tie below the portion of the head of the sharp point, mainly in hues that were exaggerate and brilliant colors of azure, emerald, and gold. There were plenty of choices to which she could decorate this particular spear, but given the specific colors that were on the feathers, she would signify this spear as something to use in a time of fishing. She aspired to have a weapon for each specific function: one for fishing, one for hunting, one for self defense, and one for general practice of throwing upon targets. This particular fishing spear had only been the very start to the rest of the collection she was about to craft, but for now, this was the only spear that she had that was designated for what she wanted it to be used for. Sure, there were wooden spears and sticks that could be melded into spears later, but this one would prove to be special for now.
The string and rope she acquired to tie on the feathers were from various sources upon her journey. Some of the rope was authentic rope made from the fibers of flax, grass, and animal hair, and other rope was what she had scavenged about while on her journeys in the outside world throughout the ruins of past human cities and of the wilderness. There were plenty of items she was able to hoard and scavenge along the way, so there had been a considerable pile of junk and debris she happened to drop off in her cabin that would be tended to at a later date. Tying one of the first feathers upon it, it was a shimmering blue one; small, but very colorful and attractive. The feather would probably be ruined in the coming time when the spear was to be used with fishing, but for now, it had decorated the projective well.
The Amara had been focused upon tying the last knot of the feather, until from the shadows of the cold darkness before her a figure had gently approached herself and the fire. There was a tall, lanky figure with a pelt that was mottled with various of gray and hues a little bit darker than such. Since the setting was dim and only the flicker of the light's fire was enough to reveal the individual's face, her amber eyes squinted a little as her ears perked forward and attempted to recognize the individual first by features alone. Soon enough would a bow come from the male, and a greeting that instantly piqued both her imagination and her memory. Instantly did her tell tale smirk wash over her muzzle, as she had lowered her crafting with tying the feather upon the spear. "Why, if it isn't Sir Hemming from the jousting this past summer!"
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