weave a dream

She had to admit. Despite her age and preference for solitude, it was nice to have some company. Even if that company was right up in her personal bubble. Did her parents teach her about personal space? She'd give the woman a pass, at least for the sake of what they were doing. Pandora, after all, was giving an impromptu showing of how to work the material for a quick dream catcher. Her gaze briefly slid down towards Keetie's paw, and she mustered the smallest hint of a grin as she continued.

“I hope that wasn’t all you were doing for months” The older woman scoffed sarcastically as she detected the teasing. "I'd have to be a miserable old bat to subject myself to just that!" She offered a playful smile. "They say patience is a virtue, but it certainly does come with its frustrations." Sure, she spent a lot of time practicing, and an equal amount of time throwing her projects out of sheer frustration while she was learning. But she wouldn't admit that part. "Take what you'd like, I have plenty." Most of what she had in her sack was things she found here and there. Anything that she found interesting could be used for one thing or another. Plenty of feathers from dinner, of course. "If you want anything specific, Bekh can get it." And as if on cue, her bird dropped a few a couple of small bones beside her, which she then began to tie onto the dream catcher.