Catching dreams

The Ermis found himself in Fern Gulley once more. It wasn’t his first time in the flowery meadow, and he breathed in the sweet smelling territory once more. Finding himself a flat place to spread out his blanket, he seated himself down and listened to the sounds of the territory.

It was the perfect place to work his craft, the serenity of it seeped into everything he did. As he pulled out the thin scraps of leather, the string, the sticks and the feathers he considered the best way to begin. It struck him how different it was to craft here. Doing the best he could with the resources he could gather. He would love a little bit of precious stone to weave into the feathers, but he didn’t know where to begin to start trading for it here.

Before he could get started, he heard the sound of pawsteps, and lifted a dark muzzle in the direction of the noise.


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