Post by heather927 on Sept 14, 2010 12:39:38 GMT -6
Garna Redtail- known as Red- sang quietly to herself as she walked through Mossflower. Her voice rose and fell in delicate patterns as she recited songs her mother had taught her years ago. Despite the heat from the sun, Red's cloak was wrapped tightly around her, the hood covering her face. This way, it was almost impossible to tell that she was in fact a fox.
Using her staff, Red vaulted neatly over a nearby ditch before walking unhurriedly towards a nearby clearing in the wood. The clearing was a favored place of hers, possibly her favorite place out of the entire wood. It was also one of the few places which- as far as Red knew- were unknown to anyone else. Which made it a perfect place to relax.
Dumping her staff on to the ground, Red quickly scanned the area, checking that there wasn't anyone nearby. Satisfied that she was alone, the young fox pulled of her cloak, grinning slightly as the slight breeze cooled her down. Placing her cloak on the ground, she sat on it carefully, trying her best not to crumple or rip the fabric.
Once she was comfortable, Red pulled open one of her pouches and carefully removed a small bone needle and a length of string. With practiced ease, she carefully stuck the needle into the tiny rip in her tunic before pulling it out, easily repairing the tear. Once the rip was mended, Red put her needle away and lay down, planning to sleep for at least a few hours.
Using her staff, Red vaulted neatly over a nearby ditch before walking unhurriedly towards a nearby clearing in the wood. The clearing was a favored place of hers, possibly her favorite place out of the entire wood. It was also one of the few places which- as far as Red knew- were unknown to anyone else. Which made it a perfect place to relax.
Dumping her staff on to the ground, Red quickly scanned the area, checking that there wasn't anyone nearby. Satisfied that she was alone, the young fox pulled of her cloak, grinning slightly as the slight breeze cooled her down. Placing her cloak on the ground, she sat on it carefully, trying her best not to crumple or rip the fabric.
Once she was comfortable, Red pulled open one of her pouches and carefully removed a small bone needle and a length of string. With practiced ease, she carefully stuck the needle into the tiny rip in her tunic before pulling it out, easily repairing the tear. Once the rip was mended, Red put her needle away and lay down, planning to sleep for at least a few hours.