Happy Little Clouds

Rhythm was completely sure that she adored Aerndis, the girl had a good head on her shoulders. She was very intelligent and the old woman enjoyed her presence. The girl went on to explain her concoction as she offered up the bit of clay. Rhythm patted around to take the resource and begin to shape it. The old Destruction found too much amusement in the revelation about the bugs.

”Winter will be here soon enough, perhaps they work better when it’s cold.” She mused quietly as she shaped the beads somewhat awkwardly, but it was coming along. For her first try surely they weren’t bad. ”Perhaps if you added an insecticide to the dye.” She suggested tentatively, unsure if it would affect the pigment too much or if it would even be effective.

The old woman continued to shape the clay carefully around the sticks, they were a bit lopsided and Rhythm was sure she wouldn’t want to wear them when it was all done.