Step Right Up!
12-13-2019, 07:17 PM
Hymn had gotten it into his head he needed something to offer to Eis if he was going to ask her to marry him. The elderly Destruction already had his doubts, he was old, chasing the twilight of his life, he wasn't much of a warrior. He also wasn't much of a crafter. Which was why he'd gone out seeking a pack. He'd considered picking the pack that the band had settled next too but they were too close, there would be no doubt that she'd catch wind of his machination. He had taken to short forays outside of the basin in preparation for his longer trip. He'd scouted nearby lands and told Eis of the things he'd found there, so she'd come to expect he'd occasionally be gone. Now he walked with a small bundle in his mouth. A few smaller pelts wrapped around bits of bone and rock he'd found that could likely be used to build something wicked, and a bigger elk pelt that hadn't quite worked for the den he'd built was draped across his back. Even traveling relatively light the going was slow, his old limbs aching with the trek. Finally he arrived at the pack he'd scoped out, they were a safe enough distance away that he'd likely not be found out until he returned. Hymn slowly allowed the pelt to slide from his back and gingerly placed his bundle on the ground, he settled on his haunches, a respectful distance from the border, before tipping his head back to call for anyone who might be seeking trade. WC: 264 (452/1500) |
I just got back from moving, please help me catch up by dropping threads I owe here. <3