10-21-2018, 07:17 PM
▹▹▹▹Clementine was... Settling in as well as one could expect. It was hard for any place to feel like 'home' when 'home' moved so frequently. Already in her short six months of life, she had lived in... What, three, four different places now? This was the fourth, wasn't it? Honestly, Clem couldn't even remember. All she knew is that no place ever felt permanent. There was no friends that she had made that she missed, there was no face that she had encountered that made her heart ache with longing to see them again. The reality was that she only had her father, and that her father only had her. Her other siblings, the ones that should have been the same age as her now, had died when they were born. She, too, had almost passed in her early youth, leading to her father's somewhat over-protective nature. That being said, it was almost hypocritical how often he had been willing to leave her be, to make her worry so much as to go looking for him here. But, she had him. That's all that mattered to her now.
With a sigh, Clementine sat out near the Observatory in the early afternoon sun, carefully digging through a small box of craft supplies that she had found somewhere. The box was dusty and a little beaten up, some while it wasn't usually in Clementine's heart to take things without asking, it seemed like it would hardly be missed. Besides, there wasn't much in it. Some small balls of bright colored strings, some beads, and a few plastic containers of dry water-color paints all hastily shoved into the miserable little box. What could she even do with these? Her father had made bracelets once- Friendship bracelets- but there was no one that Clem was friends with. Besides, everyone that he had tried to give a bracelet to dismissed it, openly saying that they had no inclination to be friends with them at all. Clementine didn't want to make a fool of herself like that, even if she knew a few faces that she thought might appreciate the gesture, even as a piece of jewelry.
Oh well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, and maybe she could at least make some to give to her dad. Yeah! That was a good idea! With her spirits somewhat lifted, the little serval pulled out one of the small bundles of string and began to untangle it, working quietly as her claws carefully tugged at the bits of string.
[member=2172]ISABELLE M.[/member] [member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]
With a sigh, Clementine sat out near the Observatory in the early afternoon sun, carefully digging through a small box of craft supplies that she had found somewhere. The box was dusty and a little beaten up, some while it wasn't usually in Clementine's heart to take things without asking, it seemed like it would hardly be missed. Besides, there wasn't much in it. Some small balls of bright colored strings, some beads, and a few plastic containers of dry water-color paints all hastily shoved into the miserable little box. What could she even do with these? Her father had made bracelets once- Friendship bracelets- but there was no one that Clem was friends with. Besides, everyone that he had tried to give a bracelet to dismissed it, openly saying that they had no inclination to be friends with them at all. Clementine didn't want to make a fool of herself like that, even if she knew a few faces that she thought might appreciate the gesture, even as a piece of jewelry.
Oh well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, and maybe she could at least make some to give to her dad. Yeah! That was a good idea! With her spirits somewhat lifted, the little serval pulled out one of the small bundles of string and began to untangle it, working quietly as her claws carefully tugged at the bits of string.
[member=2172]ISABELLE M.[/member] [member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]