02-03-2023, 05:02 PM
NATASHA
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As promised, Natasha showed up with her sewing kit stashed in a little backpack. It jostled side to side as she walked on all fours, so she was happy to sling it off and place it on the ground. She huffed, less to catch her breath and more to collect herself. She was still a fresh face, and the pelt giving was an important tradition that she wouldn’t dare mess up.
However, she couldn’t stop her amber eyes from widening in slight surprise. There were so many pelts—well tended as they were, still raw materials—and so many wanderers. She rubbed her palms together and bit her lip. She told herself it was quite impossible for everyone here to want a pelt, and, even if they did, they could hardly expect her to tailor the garments for them all in a single day.
However, she couldn’t stop her amber eyes from widening in slight surprise. There were so many pelts—well tended as they were, still raw materials—and so many wanderers. She rubbed her palms together and bit her lip. She told herself it was quite impossible for everyone here to want a pelt, and, even if they did, they could hardly expect her to tailor the garments for them all in a single day.
macaque - she/her - wears red elk cloak
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