Look For A Place To Hide

*Sparhawk* · 08-09-2020, 10:33 AM

Aranea asked if he came here often and Sparhawk chuckled. "Yesterday is first time." He admitted to only having been there once. The hole that he'd dug yesterday was obviously still there. He didn't think that it would miraculously have been closed. That was where he would dig up more blue clay. Taking an oiled fur from the grizzly pelt bag, the striped man placed it beside the hole.

As the small lady moved around the cavern, Sparhawk began to dig, extracting giant gobs of the blue clay from the ground. He piled it atop the skin, losing himself in the process. When she approached and spoke, his ears swiveled towards her. Could she help? "Almost done. No need for both to get dirty." Pulling his paws from the hole, the redwood brute wrapped the clay in the oiled square of skin. It would be quite heavy, but he was quite strong.

Again he was dirty and would need to go wash the blue muck from his legs and chest. Ears perked again as he looked upon Aranea. "You want to stay here? I go to the water to wash. You welcome to come with." Ever the gentleman, he would do everything to accommodate the lady in his presence. If she wished to stay, he could sit here for a while. If she wished to follow, he would provide happy company.

"Speech"

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