weave a dream

The priestess was tired. There was no doubt about that. She wasn't getting any younger, after all, and though she had been idle for some time mostly due to her age, a new start in the new pack would probably be good for her. She had long abandoned her Klein namesake and had forged a new path for herself. This time, her path led her to follow Celeste to the Viking King. Though Pandora had mostly kept to herself, she trusted the former band leader enough to follow her to this new life.

Slipping from the den she had been making for herself, the sorceress made her way towards the barren landscape of the steppes to see what she might be able to find herb-wise. Or perhaps just to contemplate...she hadn't decided yet. Her makeshift pack was slung across her chest, bits and bobs and other materials bouncing inside. Along the way, however, she spotted someone lying on a rock and she seemed to be making something. The elder approached, bi-colored gaze studying the object. "Mind if I join you?"

Without waiting for an answer, however, she pulled some bits and pieces of material from her sack and settled down, working on her own dream catcher. She pulled out some twine she had dyed some time ago, and began to weave the purple and black thread together.