the usefulness of this uselessness

Sauntering in on the tail of her brothers, she missed Kor's feather incident, though she did take a moment to stare in wonder at Corsair's face. Something was... off... He was smiling?! She didn't bother to mask her surprise as she moved to paw her way through some clay beads that had been painted with glossy paint and shells that already had holes punched through their tops. She quickly cottoned onto the expectation that they would be making something, though what that something was, she wondered if this was a free for all, or if her mother was going to speak up and offer them some direction.

Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she tried to line up the thin leather cord with the small hole in a sea shell, the image of concentration, despite the way the cord kept bending and not quite going through the slightly too small hole.

"speech"