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 Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:16 am
Oliver listened with honest interest as Brish told hers stories of her clan. He commented a few times, but didn't interrupt. "They sound like a very strong group," he reassured. "Don't let yourself worry too much. I bet their more worried about you!" He smiled as he rolled the roped up neatly around his paw.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 5:30 pm
"Really?" she said, her eyes glowing happily as she looked up, "Thank you." After they had finished weaving and rolled the rope she hopped about, excited to start on their next task. "Should we do the sail or the actual, ummm, raft? Yeah, raft. Should we do the sail or the raft next?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 5:36 pm
He thought for a moment before answering. "The sail will be easy if we can get a big piece of cloth. So maybe we should start on the raft. It will take the most time."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:11 pm
"Al right!" she said, darting off into the woods. She came back a few minutes later hauling the trunk of a medium-sized dead tree. After cutting off the branches and roots with a few sharp rocks she had a good sized log to work with, rolling it through the sand until it was sitting next to the rope. "Is this large enough?" she asked, realizing she should've posed the question before putting so much work into it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:33 pm
While she was gone, Oli set about to finding some wood as well. He found a few smaller logs from branches and carried them back. He cleaned them up as he waited for her to return. When she did return, he was quite impressed. He let out a whistle. "That is quite large enough. Good job!" He patted her log. "Now we just need one more log about this size." He stood to follow her this time.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:46 pm
"Good," she said, releived she had gotten it right, "I found this one easily enough, but a lot of the rest of the stuff in there was rotting." Which meant they would have to do some digging. She set off in a different direction, hoping to find something better in a fresh place.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 7:08 pm
Oliver followed her. "Well I'm sure we'll find just what we're looking for," he said optimistically. He continued to gather large branches, carrying them with him as they went.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 7:56 pm
"Yeah, there's got to be something around here," she said, dropping to walk on all four of her paws and sniff at the undergrowth. She flicked an ear looked to her left, "Everything here smells of mold and dead leaves, but over there smells like burnt wood." She started to move forward on her four paws, then realized it would be easier to just stand up again and walk. She refused to acknowledge the possibility that she didn't want to trip on her not-suited-to-walk-this-way-limbs and look foolish in front of the other Namir.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:06 pm
Oliver silently wondered why Brish switched from walking on all fours to walking on two so often. He determined that if he could walk on two legs (he laughed as he said those two words in his head), he would do it all the time. It would make using his bow while running much easier. "Burnt?" he sniffed the air, smelling a slight scent of something burnt. "I think your sense of smell is far greater than mine," he laughed. He followed after her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:16 pm
The burnt smell turned out to be another tree that was roughly the same size as the one she found earlier, on its side and scorched along its length. "Looks like Lightning," she said, kneeling to hack at the strips of bark that kept the tree attatched to its roots. While Oliver might be happy being able to accomplish Twoleg things, Brightshadow was not. She had despised Namiah at first for the fact that it had somehow made her almost Twoleg like. She frowned, "Do you think my Clan will really welcome me?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:21 pm
He helped her removed the tree silently and was a little surprised by her question. He blinked. "Why wouldn't they?" He had no reason to suspect that the rest of her clan looked different from her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:32 pm
"Well, Twolegs are our enemies," she said, "How will they react to me becoming almost like them?" Her blood turned to ice in her veins at the thought that they might refuse to let her stay in the Clan and she kept on what she was doing without paying attention to it, accidentally stabbing the hand that was holding the bark with her rock knife. She tried not to cry out, and immediately stuck her injured hand in her mouth to suck on it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:42 pm
Then it clicked. Oliver realized that she was different from the rest of her clan. She hadn't always been an anthro. This did change things a bit; especially seeing as how her clan was very much against anything Twoleg. He was deep in thought he he noticed Brish jerk a bit suddenly. She was sucking on her hand like it was hurt. "Are you alright?" his voice was very concerned and his eyes widened. He moved closer to her, to try and comfort her. But he didn't touch her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:53 pm
"I'mph phmine," she said around her hand when he moved closer, not wanting anyone to worry about her. Maybe that was it, she thought, it didn't matter what her Clan thought of her new appearance or if they kicked her out of the Clan so long as they weren't worrying about her. But she knew that wasn't it; if she couldn't be a Warrior, then what was she? She bit down a little on her hand and winced, trying to rid her mind of the troubling thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:57 pm
Oliver watched her curiously. "Fine? Well good. I didn't want to have to give you stitches myself." He watched her wince and became concerned. He put his paw gently on her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't get mad. "It's alright, you know."
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