dreamy

Lukina awkwardly held her head sideways as she tried to mash her leaves. She persevered, though, and soon had made enough progress that Rœkia moved onto the next step. She watched attentively as Rœkia went to the stream for water. She marveled at how carefully the older woman was able to hold the bowl in her jaws and scoop water into it without loosing any of her yarrow leaves. Lukina moved to do the same. She carefully picked up her bowl with her upper fangs over the top on one lip of the bowl and her lower fangs underneath. She trotted over to the edge and tipped her head forward, trying to scoop the water up. A few leaves floated away but with some help from Rœkia she was able to set her bowl near the fire as well before flopping down on her belly and yawning. She was getting tired.