Braided Strength

She’d been watching the goings on with quiet speculation. Several faces were familiar, though not many by name. She’d settled against the base of the tree, watching the gatherings and the way some clumped together for conversation or moved off to their own watching spot.

At one point she spotted Harbringr of Ashen, casting him a brief nod, though she doubted he’d stop by for a chat. Eventually, she settled on her belly as Ayodele came over with one of the projects they’d been working on. It was a long length of Aurielle’s own mane, cut free right at the base in places so the shortened hair wouldn’t show in the rest of her mane.

They’d made several already, and as the lemur offered the end of the locks, knotted and tied with sinew, Aurielle clamped her incisors over the end and held fast while the lemur began plaiting the three lengths of shimmering white hair into a tight braid, practically a cord.

The two females were engrossed in their work, and Aelloshir kept watch on the crowd. It was quite a bit later when he rumbled and Aurielle’s eyes flicked up from the near-crossed stare she had on the braid stretching from under her nose.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think