Walking around yet another thing he'd been working on, he sighed and walked over to a flat rock that seemed to have doodles and marks on. He'd found an old piece of burnt stick and used the charred end to make what looked like a formula of numbers. His mind was always swimming with numbers here and there.. this particular piece was something to allow for packing more things. something so simple.. yet ... complicated all the same. He'd gotten the idea from a different project and while that one was now done and in it's proper place, he was trying to use an already functioning equation and mental blueprint in order to make changes to support the new idea.Stopping, he looked over the rock and picked the charred stick up in his mouth before leaning his head and scratching yet more numbers and letters to the already cluttered area. Setting the stick back down, he took a step back to view the entire thing once more. Nodding, he seemed pleased with this new adjustment before heading back over to the contraption and picking up more of the scattered materials, working them together as his mother's familiar watched over him quietly from beside the rock.
