05-07-2019, 10:19 PM
idyllfields
stars did fall
it was time to make some official roots here. they had completed the 'jungle juice' ritual. their bracelet made complete with a silver feather pendant at their wrist. the coyote had made themselves one of them, and now it was time to make a home. a real home.
it had taken some time but at last a decent shelter was formed. thick bamboo stalks had been used for sturdy supports to form five points. each connected with a wall of reed stems kept together with dried seaweed and a few pawful's of honey. they were able to use straw and mud make a foundation and comfortable floor instead of sand. this sort of crafting was merely improvisation as idyll went along, not really sure what the outcome would be.
the coyote was able to finish it off with the door; made from a few pieces of driftwood wedged and tied together with some dried animal skin. it was no satin canopy or pillow-y comforter, but they had made it with their own paws and teeth. their baggage was still leaned up against the wall of their hut, packed tightly, insides untouched since they landed in the typhoon. they were just yet ready to unpack...
"would anyone like to help me decorate my hut? i'm a bit lost at where to begin..." they trailed off with a small frown, trying to think of what was missing.
it had taken some time but at last a decent shelter was formed. thick bamboo stalks had been used for sturdy supports to form five points. each connected with a wall of reed stems kept together with dried seaweed and a few pawful's of honey. they were able to use straw and mud make a foundation and comfortable floor instead of sand. this sort of crafting was merely improvisation as idyll went along, not really sure what the outcome would be.
the coyote was able to finish it off with the door; made from a few pieces of driftwood wedged and tied together with some dried animal skin. it was no satin canopy or pillow-y comforter, but they had made it with their own paws and teeth. their baggage was still leaned up against the wall of their hut, packed tightly, insides untouched since they landed in the typhoon. they were just yet ready to unpack...
"would anyone like to help me decorate my hut? i'm a bit lost at where to begin..." they trailed off with a small frown, trying to think of what was missing.
holding hands, making light .
they/them — typhoon — eastern coyote