10-22-2018, 12:00 AM
▹▹▹▹ Okay, so, maybe things weren't so bad here. OF course, maybe Clementine was just having a good day. After all, she was out in the flower fields, picking what autumn flowers had not yet started to hibernate for the winter. Though the pickings were slim, a small cloth was gradually being filled with small autumn blooms and leaves, enough for at least a few decent crowns, or one big, full one. Of course, she was wise enough to not lay and sit out in the open when there was supposed danger around. No, she had simply gone out, despite the bit of extra toll on her body to hike there and back. Though, Clementine had to say she didn't mind. She was feeling... Alright recently, and the fresh air was nice. The sun made her smile, and the soft ruffle of a breeze against her fur felt invigorating and freeing. As much as she loved the comfort of her blankets and her soft little nook away from the world in the darker hours of the night, she knew it well enough to know every board, every shift in the grain of wood in the houses that she lived in. Freedom, stepping beyond her door, was more than she could ever ask for.
Making her way back towards the observatory with her small cloth bundle held carefully in her jaws, she faintly hummed a muffled tune as she walked, her step more cheerful as she eventually made her way back to the hub of the Ascendants. There, she found a nice little spot to lay and carefully smooth out the bundle of flowers and leaves. For a few moments, she hummed as she carefully sorted them through, the leaves in one pile, leaves in another, and long stems of greeny and branches in another. Then, with all the time in the world in her paws, she carefully began to weave together various strands of stalks and branches into a touch shape of a crown, carefully eyeing its shape and its fit upon her head as she tightened and tied other stalks around it, making sure it was sturdy and strong.
Then, with a content hum, she began to take up some of the small flowers, poking their stems through some of the gaps in her woven crown, trying the placement first before she went through with the rest, slowly working upon the headdress with an attentive eye, her gaze focused upon it.
[member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]
Making her way back towards the observatory with her small cloth bundle held carefully in her jaws, she faintly hummed a muffled tune as she walked, her step more cheerful as she eventually made her way back to the hub of the Ascendants. There, she found a nice little spot to lay and carefully smooth out the bundle of flowers and leaves. For a few moments, she hummed as she carefully sorted them through, the leaves in one pile, leaves in another, and long stems of greeny and branches in another. Then, with all the time in the world in her paws, she carefully began to weave together various strands of stalks and branches into a touch shape of a crown, carefully eyeing its shape and its fit upon her head as she tightened and tied other stalks around it, making sure it was sturdy and strong.
Then, with a content hum, she began to take up some of the small flowers, poking their stems through some of the gaps in her woven crown, trying the placement first before she went through with the rest, slowly working upon the headdress with an attentive eye, her gaze focused upon it.
[member=2093]HARLAND M.[/member]