"Okay ... umm, a little to the left. No the other way. Yeah, like that!"Much to his lusus' chagrin, Amicae stood proudly, small hands clasped firmly into small fists, which rested on equally small hips as he beamed up at the ... construction in front of him. Well, what existed of it, so far. The young troll had enough of being impossible to find - on the rare occasion he was able to order something, no one could ever find his hive! And how was he ever supposed to meet anyone (though the idea of that was still fairly scary) if they never knew he existed? Sneakmom said that trolls were terrifying and should never, ever be trusted, but damn it, Amicae was a little bit lonely, even if the thought of other trolls did make him nervous.
"I ... we need something for a door huh?"Amicae's smile turned into a frown as he looked at his lusus, who had crawled inside the ramshackle rock, wood, and silk shack they'd set up. It was little more than a shed, really, basically just designed to tell people 'hey, someone lives here!'. The young troll was still proud of it, however, as he didn't quite have an understanding of castes and how they worked just yet - besides the fact that he could be killed because he bled yellow.
"Can you make one?"
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