05-22-2021, 12:39 AM
Turning from the food pile she then made her way to the porch where the tusks were and she picked up a sharp flat rock. Settling down she began to use that rock to sharpen the tusks. Grinding the rock against the surface as she hummed to herself. Making daggers was something she was used to doing, it was a pastime that eased her mind. The repetitive motion of it soothing. She was going to make two of these to give to Lucinder and Stefflon if they wanted them. Like with Ares she saw these as important for the children, so they didn't forget who they were.
— Reggan