She was small. But that didn't stop her from hauling the branch in her mouth, trying to lift it up enough to get it on top of the rock. She was trying to get it perfect, but for some reason it was never quite right.
Witness the trail of odd, piled things behind her, leading from where she woke up. There were even voices behind her, but she ignored them.
It needed to be perfect. Running her tongue along the raw sides of her mouth, she frowned. This one wasn't good enough. She looked around for something that would make a good base, and spotteda large, flat sort of rock.
Her amble to it was interrupted, and she blinked at the kimeti around her. "What? Love is a labor."
She shouldered past them, heading for the rock.
