Hanging Curtains

As the figure that stepped into the chamber proved to be Red, Aurielle smiled warmly, tail waving gently in greeting, before she paused and took a closer look at the man, head tilting as she noted his distractedness. Normally he would have probably been just as curious about the work the primates were undertaking, probably thrown in some ideas to boot.

When he did spot her, he focused with a peculiar intensity, and an even more uncharacteristic frown before he popped out with a rather abrupt request. She blinked as he regathered himself and put more clarity into the request.

Bemused, she smiled at him with a chuckle as the tak-tik-tik-tak paused from above and three sets of monkey and lemur eyes studied the scene, then went back to work as the Spirit cocked her head with a grin.

“I’ll gather my things. Justice should be able to handle most things, and Da can step in if any heavy diplomacy is needed.”

She smiled lightly as she slipped into her alcove with a flick of her long-haired tail that sent it brushing over his shoulder in casual friendliness, gathering a few empty saddle bags, tossing them lightly over her back. One had extra strapping that travois poles could be tied into. Into some of the pouches she tucked strips of dried meat, several packets of herbs, in case of something happening – and trust fate, something would – out there.

She took a last look around before grabbing something else and tucking it into one of the pouches. After another glance she stretched and padded back into the chamber, wondering how it would look by the time she returned, and at a thought, she slipped down the hall to the fire chamber, picking up one of the coals at the edge of the fire with the edge of a cow-horn before gently stuffing tinder and moss into the horn. The coal would smolder but not catch once the horn was capped, and would hopefully survive the whole journey south.

Crossing the hallway into one of the back chambers, she selected a finished, rolled sheepskin. Ayodele had paused in her help with the future rod hooks and helped tie the rolled skin over Aurielle's back to the saddlebags.

Finally, the Spirit felt that she had a good pack put together and returned to the main chamber with an easy stride as the lemur returned to chiseling.

She grinned at Red, head cocking toward the mouth of the cave. “Ready?”

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