Fading Waterfalls

It was a new and lovely feeling to have Terra tucked up beside him. Despite her long legs, she was only a wee thing, and he curled his tail around her as he worked. When he presented the material to her and she - with a little encouragement - punched the holes, he nodded his head approvingly. “I’m not much of a crafter, so this won’t be the sturdies thing” he warned her as he picked long thin pieces of dried grass and clumsily weaved them together.

Once he had something resembling rope, he pushed it through the holes and used it to shape the bag and create a handle. “I’ll have to weave a lot more grass if you want to wear it around your shoulders' ' He said, looking at the wee pouch and giving a soft laugh. It was his first attempt, and it wasn’t much to look at, but it would hold the rock. Maybe. “Here” he said, handing her the pouch. “I better hang up this meat now”


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