more than meets the eye, huh?

Zoey was settling in the best she could. Though the memories of what happened in the sparse pines - the tragedy, the loss, the blood - still tried to haunt her waking mind, she pushed them away, keeping herself occupied instead. She had fixed up the den Celeste had shown her, a place for her to be comfortable and rest in. She had even fashioned herself a quilt of pelts from various small creatures she'd hunted, covering the den's floor and giving it a much cozier feel. Aside from that, Zoey spent most of her time outside the underground, always searching for new relics or ruins she could study and make use of. Sometimes that mean she had to do a bit of digging, but so far that morning she'd found a rusty gadget that looked like two old blades attached in an 'X' shape (it was a pair of shears? in a desert? go figure) and was intently examining its worn surface, the screw that held the blades together - careful not to cut herself as she used the splintered wooden handles to squeeze them together, then open them. It was most fascinating, and she was about to carry it back when she heard Celeste's kind call summoning her.

Making a mental note to study the object later, she gently leaned it against the shade of a palm tree before making her way to the mistress. Zoey smiled, her coffee-hued eyes lighting up upon seeing the woman who'd taken her into her pack and treated her so well. She noticed the dead tortoises, tilting her head as she saw the shells. If it was possible, one could practically see the little cogs and gears turning in Zoey's head as she was already thinking of uses for the shells once the meat was harvested.

"Hi, Miss Celeste! You called for me?" She said, having a seat across from her. She was thinking about the shears she'd left across the oasis - not too far, she could fetch them if the woman asked about her morning. There was so much to this place that she barely knew where to start!

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