Lessons On Making Things

Fia was starting to get better bearings on pack life or at least getting herself out a little more. She had plenty of lessons in her even younger days, she just didn't really have the real life experience. She liked to believe that maybe she didn't need that, that her Mendacium blood would be enough to make her strong and get her by. And maybe that was partly true. She at least wasn't dumb and arrogant, so she knew how to keep herself safe and stay out of too much trouble. She understood what she could and couldn't handle.

She joined Ricin today without any fight at all, but she was just as she had been her whole young life. Quiet, reserved, observational. There was no part of her that was pup and kid like, though she did like to lounge around the den most of the day. She watched as Ricin strung out a number of different items, and soon he would join her in the seat on the table. Her head tilted a little as he explained and then pulled a few of the strands to work on. Fia seemed a little hesitant when she reached forward for a few herself but easily followed after what Ricin was doing. She also took three as he had and looked back to him and the tools.

Her paws worked on the laces which she struggled with some but she had done a few things like this with Avacyn so it wasn't terribly difficult. "Like this?" She asked as she hooked it around the nail of the table, maybe not perfect but she was a perfectionist and she imagined the next one she would make after learning would be up to par for her.

"Fiametta"