Early Morning at the Pool

[EQ Peyote]

At first, Peyote smiled brightly as her 'offer' to go was taken up. She pulled herself out of the pool, well.. almost. Peyote stopped as Dancer asked if she could hold on to the very large cat. She blinked at the feline until Dancer offered the climb up the rocks. Neither option looked appealing.

eek Peyote, dumb founded by the thought of riding the cat and climbing the mountain, lost the hold she had on the rock, and her knee slipped out from under her. She landed halfway back into the water, her chest falling onto the rock beneath her, and the edge scraping at her stomach. gonk

"OOOooooowwwoowowiwoowowoOWOOWOWOowowo!!!!!" crying  

[Llune]

Llune brightens when Dancer takes (and compliments!) the basket. Then she brightens a second time when Dancer mentions climbing up the rocks. "Ah... If I may..." she interrupts politely, "I think I could, if you'd like, carry you up to the top..."

However, Peyote's antics rather cover that last part of what she said... She smiles gently, wanting to offer the others a hand (or a glide, rather), but also not sure quite what to do to help little Pey from the water, and a little uncomfortable examining her closely.

She tinkers with the suddenly remembered pieces of white coral, their soft grating murmur inaudible over the distant breaking of waves on the beach However, once the excitement died down a bit, Llune repeats her offer. "If you'd like... I think I could probably carry you up to the top of the cliffs..."  

[Llune]

Llune smiles gently, understanding now what Dancer is trying to do, but still disagreeing, **Not everyone is made for the rough life of the hunter, my dear. We must utilize each other's assets for the betterment of the group... For the time being, perhaps 'training,' is less in order than merely growing more close as a family and a tribe...** She pauses in her send, to give Dancer a moment to think things over, **I daresay, _I_ am not a hunter type, and I don't think I ever shall be... I have a feeling that perhaps our darling Peyote is quite similar... Perhaps we can all 'toughen up a bit,' once we've more fully established ourselves here, and secured a regular food supply and the like. I would hate for Peyote to offer to help gather food, then end up seriously injuring herself and being unable to help with even the small tasks here around the pool.**

Llune smiles again, still fingering the white disks in her hand, "Would I, perhaps, be able to brush your darling Firbright so that I may painlessly gather his loose fur? I will fashion a brush this morning while you are out foraging, and perhaps by the end of the day I will have some yarn made from his fur." Llune says all this aloud, so that Peyote doesn't feel left out. After all, she *did* scrape her tummy. That and getting left out of a send conversation wouldn't be too nice. "Once I get some yarn made, it won't take very long to turn these into some lovely hair-pieces and necklaces and the like..."  

[Llune]

Llune chuckles in response to Dancer's statement, "Yes, I suppose, but I think there's plenty of time to prepare for the little one." A hand drops to her belly, she's barely showing any curve at all, as she's only a few months pregnant. A wordless send acknowledges Dancer's, the dawning of understanding underlying the mental nod. "I will make a comb, then, while you girls are out and about, so that once you return I may start to groom our big furry friend."

At Peyote's question, Llune laughs lightly in the early morning sunshine, "Oh, very carefully, I suppose" she jokes. "If you would like, I can show you... I just need to build all the necessary tools. I should be working the fur into soft twine by this evening." Llune's a master of making stuff, especially when it comes to making stuff to wear. And nothing but nothing could be softer and more enjoyable than a lovely tiger-yarn knitted scarf. Or skirt. Or blouse. Or hat. Or pillow... The list goes on and on.

((OOC: Elf pregnancy, so I'm told by the admins, runs about 2 years. Llune got preggy a few weeks before the cataclysm, so she's only a few months along total - I'd say at this point about 4. That means she's only about 1/6th of the way through her pregnancy. That's equivalent to about a month and a half into a human pregnancy, if that helps us get an idea of where Llune's at size-wise at this point. She's not really showing, especially since there was that spot of near-starvation and all. 3nodding ))