Clacking could be heard through out a good amount of the caverns as Bheka made his way through the weaving tunnels. A good amount of shells and miscellaneous things that had washed up on the beach hung on a pouch that was fastened safely to his flank. He was pretty sure that he was at least -near- the correct spot.
It was a little nerve racking to be making jewelry with THE gem heralds apprentice but Bheka was willing to put on a brave face. To say the teen had a smidge of social anxiety was an under statement. He'd not grown with a lot of confidence in him self and usually preferred to be hidden in the background where he was mastering his craft. The gray male had made sure he had a choice selection for the female as far as supplies were concerned in hopes she would want to be his friend. The gray lion was really bad at socializing and friends.
"This.... must be the spot.." He muttered under his breath taking a seat. It was about the time the two said they'd meet and about the place. He was roughly sure this was was the spot at the very least. For now, Bheka would take a seat and patiently wait for Mabaya while in the back of his mind he worried she might have forgotten.
Who would want to hang out with you any ways...
The back of his mind whispered and he shook his head. His brain was being bad again and he was aware of this but it still had that little fear there. Maybe she thought it was silly for him to be making jewelry and she wouldn't show.... Maybe he should pack his bags.
Yeah that seemed rational.
The male got up and started to secure his satchel on his flank. The fear that maybe she wouldn't show was too much for the male to bare.
