Maker's Space

Calixta still couldn’t get over how freeing it was to be on her own in the way she was. She still returned to Praxis each night, and spent most days with her, but they still both often found things to occupy their time without one another. Today was a day that the woman found herself alone, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. She spotted the young man up ahead, and he seemed to be working on something that caught her attention. "Hello, what’s that you’re working on?" She approached slowly, keeping enough distance that she would hopefully not startle him, or upset anyone who might be around keeping an eye on the pup. Her gaze drifted up from the material he was kneading on the stone to meet his gaze, curious about what he was doing. Things where she came from had been very simple. They kept furs, but that was about as creative as anyone got there, and while she hadn’t been around this place long, she’d already seen enough that her interest was piqued, and she was ready to start expanding her own knowledge.

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