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spin me right round

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You're not feeling so well...

Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Somnium

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
462
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
657
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
10-04-2021, 04:54 AM
Find #7


He was surprised at her response as she dug around and found a piece of metal. At first, Gil paid no mind as he was equally entranced with his own findings. When the clang of metal against rock echoed around them, he looked up with a piece of broken pottery in his mouth. The second time she struck the rock, sparks flung outward and he reluctantly shot her a pleased expression. So, she was useful after all. He wouldn't mind warming his fur around a fire anyway so he quickly dropped the pottery he had been holding to find something to feed to the fire.

Coming back after a few minutes with what little dry sticks he could find in the barren area, he tossed them gingerly toward the hole she'd dug. Wanting to keep his distance, he went back to the pile of pottery he'd found. Looking at his findings curiously, he could see that possibly they had enough to put together a bowl or two. Grabbing a few colorful pieces and another few bigger pieces, he glanced back over to Fable. "Pick what you'd like," he offered, eyeing the fire he was sure she'd have built by now.

Accepting that she would be able to teach him how to mold the bowl together, he held his selection in between his teeth. Standing on one side of her trench by the stone, he helped dig a smooth spot to lay their masterpieces. Once they'd use the snow to help wet the clay, they'd surely need a dry spot to lay it by the fire. Looking back to Fable again, he swung his tail softly in a show of peace. As long as she'd help, he'd be nice. "Ready for next step?" Gil asked with the pottery still lodged carefully in his jaws.


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