Seaweed, Seaweed // Shell gifts

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Some might find it surprising that Solveig was the crafting type. But, all things considering, the menial housework tasks of weaving, beading, and general matienence had been the cornerstone of most of her young life. And of course, the shells on the beach were plentiful, and there was more than one reason she had to spend a sweltering afternoon under the shade doing nothing more than lazing and crafting. For one, she had a gift for Pincher's daughter; for a second, she had an entire bucketful of shells and seaglass she had little mind of what to do with other than making necklaces or wind chimes.

And there was a lot of them.

What had begun as one or two simple shell necklaces had steadily grown into a small pile of various sizes and lengths; a few carefully-crafted windchimes of shells, seaglass, and bits of wood, lay next to her more gingerly. A box of threads and other beads and supplies sat next to her, and a blanket had been laid out to protect the items from the ground beneath it. Meanwhile, she sat, her paws carefully threading another bead onto a piece of string, but sighing as she looked up and glanced out across the territory. Boredom was inevitable.

"Anyone care to join me?"
//oof lazy

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