Calm Yo' Tits [Festival]

Oh, a trade. Aoife straightened, feeling the solemn weight of responsibility settle onto her young shoulders. Wow, she would craft and trade just like an adult. The importance of this moment was monumental to a pup. "Deal," she agreed earnestly. In a burst of spontaneous, casual physical affection that was characteristic of her, Aoife hugged Svala, pressing her tiny cheek against the woman's foreleg briefly before settling next to her with the leather strips. With the tip of her tongue sticking out between her front teeth in concentration and her weight rocked back on her butt so she could have her forelegs off the ground, she started to oh so carefully plait the strips. It was a good thing she had some practice, because she wanted it to be perfect for the nice lady. After a moment of fierce concentration, she paused and looked up at Svala with a beaming smile. The woman had poured water over her plants and pushed it over by the fire, and the movement had drawn the goldfish-attention of the child back to the tea. "What's tea for?" she queried curiously, her clever paws still busy braiding.