It was almost perfect. Almost. Jael swears to fuck, it's nearly done. She'd managed to secure some fencing overtop of the old pool, and it seemed to be holding the decoy birds in pretty well. They weren't the precious chickens yet-- just whatever had been dumb enough to walk into her trap on the island. Nothing pretty enough to justify holding to trade so... yeah, decoy birds. Something told her that there was still a big ass snake or two lurking around that just had to be lured out.
Right, so it was a twofold test. Lure the snake. Figure out if the fencing setup she'd managed to rig would hold a bird of relative-chicken size. Jael was rather proud of herself. She'd given herself a project. It was almost done, and almost functional. Right, something about the whole art of project completion really itched her brain in just the right way. Slipping through the double door of her bird cage, and back out again, all she needed to do was post up by the pool and wait. And watch. And wait more. Climbing up on the old lifeguard stand, Jael curled up, content to watch for predators from her perch.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
