Abandoned. Forgotten. Asahi shook her head, perhaps to shake out the thoughts. Their mother had gone, without a goodbye, without a howl and Asahi had noticed the absence descend on the others like a quiet spell. Unspoken, whispered, hushed. Had she been chased away? No one had bothered to find the golden girl that slithered between the bamboos, silent and observant. All she could gather was the whispers between others when they didn't think they were being observed.
Asahi was gathering some of the pre-dried bamboo. One of the drying baskets had broken recently. She might as well weave a new one. She'd pick one up and inspect it, making sure it was whole and not molded. She had a large jar of water next to her, which she dunked the long bamboo into to soften for weaving.
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
She often kept to herself. She had been relatively quiet and reclusive during most of her puphood, but that was mostly due to the constant headaches and medication she had to take to keep the pain at bay while her horns grew in. But even so, she did not miss the hushed tones and the silence in the air when news of their mother's abandonment spread like smoke among them. Instead of seeking anyone out to talk about it, (did she even care to? She wasn't sure), she buried her nose in crafting or tending to the feral cat colonies that surrounded Tojo. Gardening. Fishing. Literally anything else that would take her mind off of everything else.
The Silver Dragon walked one of the many paths among the bamboo on her way to the hidden pond that lied further in when she heard the familiar rustle of dried bamboo. Hesitant at first, she considered ignoring it and continuing on her way, but part of her desired...something. To be closer to her family? To feel less alone, perhaps? She wasn't sure what to call it. Her constant companion was the cat she had taken on when they invaded the land, but she needed more. Taking a deep breath, she followed the sound until she found her golden tinted sister, though without a word yet, Hinata gracefully and quietly slid to the ground and onto her belly and kept her eyes trained on the items in her sisters possession. "Mind if I help?"
Perhaps Asahi was taking their mother's abandonment more harshly than the others. Perhaps her difficulty in speaking had curbed a potentially extroverted social wolf into a forced introvert, stuck in the background of the daily lives in the bamboo. But all those thoughts were quickly swept aside as soon as the previously sickly and bonafide reclusive sibling emerged off the path and approached her.
Asahi's snowy tail swished back and forth as Hinata elegantly stepped forward and asked if she could be of assistance! Asahi nodded emphatically and pushed the large jar of soaking bamboo reeds toward the silver dragon sibling. She lifted up the old flat drying basket as an example of what she was making. The old bowl had several holes and falling apart.
Asahi placed some more bamboo reeds into the wet jar and picked up a couple of the good soggy ones and began to weave them together into a wide shallow bowl.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
Her sister was quiet. Which in all honesty, didn't bother Hinata. She was fine without conversation, after all, she had spent more than half her puphood as a recluse when she was ill and dealing with her own issues. And then again when their mother left them without a word. Not so much as a single goodbye. No whisper nor warning that she was leaving their lives. She tried not to think about it too much. She could safely say she didn't know their mother. Why would she want to? The woman had abandoned her children. Not someone Hinata wanted to be associated with, honestly.
Pale gaze looked at what Asahi was doing, nodding in understanding as she followed her sisters lead. She dipped her toes into the jar, carefully picking out some of the better prepped bamboo before taking it out and carefully weaving some of it together. Her dexterous paws made it easy for her, and she had a good eye for detail. Perhaps when she was done and the baskets were dried, she'd try her hand at painting one...or maybe even trying to make dye later to dye individual pieces for a more pre-colored assortment.
Asahi was grateful for the quiet company. Doing something together filled the normalcy she needed. She shifted closer to her sister so their fur could brush against each other as if to seek her closeness for comfort. Weaving the bamboo strands together was methodical work and it was easy for her mind to drift at what the future might hold for them all.
The rim of the bowl was wide and made out of stiff thick pieces of wood. Asahi had tied some dried reed string together to wrap around the rim and attached the shallow crisscrossing of thin bamboo stalks to the rim. Creating a shallow basket that encouraged herbs to dry quickly in the sun.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
