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Bisera nodded, looking down into the basket he was carrying that was heavy with clams and said, "I hope that there are some nice pearls within some of them." It would be neat to make something out of pearls that they had found together he thought to himself as they walked along back toward camp. He found himself wondering how they would go about harvesting the pearls without damaging the meat of the clams but figured that Xarnith's uncle would know how to go about such a thing.

After settling down next to his heavy pack he was about to dig into it when Torvarith climbed into his lap, something that had him smiling a bit, "Here to help me with my work?" He asked as he got out his journal, opening it up for the two of them to see, getting out a writing utensil so that he could tap it against the paper. After a moment he set to sketching though instead of any sort of jewelry he found himself sketching Xarnith instead, something he could do without even looking his way these days. Was that something that he should consider when it came to Xarnith? That he knew him well enough that he could draw him without looking must mean something, right?

Bisera was lost in his sketching, each motion of his writing utensil moving over the paper, adding in detail after detail. Once it got finished up he lifted his gaze, looking over Torvaith's head and toward where the others were at the moment. He tilted his head to one side, listening in as Xarnith's uncle spoke of bringing Torvarith with him, something that caused him to worry a little bit. He was gonna bring him to such a dangerous place? Would he be alright? Surely if he was going with the older man then it should be fine, right?

He dropped his attention back to the journal again, turning the page, and started to sketch again. He felt that he needed to keep his mind and his hands busy, so as not to think too hard on things. If they were heading on their way that meant that he would be left alone with Xarnith. He needed to really wrap his mind around what he should do before they left, huh? Something that worried him ever so slightly. After a bit more sketching and a bit more in the way of thought he asked of Uncle, "How long until you plan on leaving?"

"A few weeks until the boat arrives." He mused before nodding his head. He supposed that gave them all time to really get used to the idea, didn't they? He was worried about them, that they would be going to Yael of all places, but they seemed to have some friends on the island so things should be alright, right? That was what he hoped at least. He didn't want to think about the idea that anything might happen to them.

Glancing at Xarn for a moment he listened in as they talked about getting some pack animals, the sort that could double as guards, for themselves. It seemed as though Nike was going with Uncle and Torvarith, meaning that they would be on their own. It would be just the two of them... a though that caused him to flush just a bit. He looked down at Tori, feeling as though he would miss him greatly when he was away. He was cute, little, and reminded Bisera of his own siblings. How he missed them. He really wanted to go home sometime soon, though not until he had things with Xarnith figured out.

Just as he was thinking that when Xarnith seemed to appear at his time, offering him the basket he held that had some pearls in it. He took it from him, nodding his head, "Thank you, I will make good use of them." There weren't a lot of them but they were still able to find them. That meant he would be able to make a lot of interesting things out of the pretty pearls.

Bisera looked up at Xarnith, giving him a long gaze, before he said, "I think I might get to work while you all rest." He'd offer to keep an eye on things but he knew that it would never happen. He wasn't exactly the sort that had the ability to do anything, especially keep watch, when he was working. When he was hard at work he tended to lose himself in his work, forgetting about everything else that existed save for what was within his hands. It was something that he wanted to do because if he buried himself in his work he wouldn't have to think too hard on things.

It wasn't long before food was served and he shifted so that he was sitting crossed legged, setting his journal aside for the time being. He would see about eating, especially since they were clams that he'd found himself. It was always interesting to eat things that you obtained with your own hands. Both actually finding the food or trading for it, either way was good by him.

After their meal was finished Bisera watched as the others got comfortable, laying in a pile of cute, and he lifted up his journal so he could get to sketching. The way those before him were laying, the patterns the beasts made when they were curled up, how Fratis's crystals glittered in the sun, all of it gave him a lot of inspiration. He couldn't help but to smile as he dropped his attention to his journal and set to sketching once more. He wanted to see about finishing up a piece, maybe a necklace or a brooch, for Tori to bring with him when he left. It would take a lot of hard work on Bisera's fault but he was determined to get it done!