come fill up your grail

Jael had collected— wait a minute was that bin full already? More things than she’d actually planned, now that she looked. They were various bits and bobs— glass worn smooth by the sea, pretty shells, interesting colored or shaped plastic shards, teeth and claws, bones not good for anything else. Junk, but pretty junk.

All things that she fancied making into beads eventually, things that could be traded away at market. Things that were light and easy to carry, but pretty. Now that her bin was full, Jael figured that today was the day. Sighing lightly to herself, she figured she should arrange some help. Sending her little bird off to find Kenway (he usually liked this sort of thing), Jael brought her bin of treasure-trash and anything that could be used to poke a hole down to one of the common areas. Building a fire (she’d need to heat a nail to drive a hole through the plastic tchotchkes), she was keen to crack on. Hell, when was she not?