A brightly colored B'alam sat with his forepaws on a (relatively) flat boulder. A piece of cloth
far too large to be a real bandana was presumably being used to hold back his hair. He hovered over a leather strap and a chiseled piece of speckled rock like a man possessed.
Leather had been threaded through a small hole in the stone, but that bit had been set aside. The B’alam was currently stitching a hoop onto another strap, using his claws for needles.
Between grunts of frustration and satisfaction, he was humming something distractedly and out of tune.
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