Kileji watched with rapt attention as Janja attempted to fold the stems of the flowers in a way that would make them stay together. Despite failing, however, to Kileji's (inexperienced) eye, it looked like she was onto something with the way she twisted the plants together. He thought he understood it, and plucking a flower from the ground, he determinedly tried to put those thoughts into actions.
However, he soon discovered that being able to follow certain steps in one's mind was very different to managing it in reality. His young, clumsy cub paws just weren't suited to this somewhat delicate work, and instead of getting the stems to bend around themselves, he just ended up either crushing or breaking them.
His ears lowered and he made a tiny, upset whining sound in the back of his throat as he looked down at the mess he'd made of the two or three flowers he'd been attempting to tie together. He knew he'd "hurt" them by breaking them, and as innocent as he was, he felt terribly guilty for it.
However, he soon discovered that being able to follow certain steps in one's mind was very different to managing it in reality. His young, clumsy cub paws just weren't suited to this somewhat delicate work, and instead of getting the stems to bend around themselves, he just ended up either crushing or breaking them.
His ears lowered and he made a tiny, upset whining sound in the back of his throat as he looked down at the mess he'd made of the two or three flowers he'd been attempting to tie together. He knew he'd "hurt" them by breaking them, and as innocent as he was, he felt terribly guilty for it.
