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Ayszel gazed at the contents of the bags she had spilled out over the ground. There had to be something that would resemble the sketch in the book. Her eyes looked over the tanks and pulled one of the smaller ones over to her. If I can make an opening like the one in there this should work as a container…maybe the fact it’s transparent will help?
Her eyes scanned the chipped pale blue teapot, the brush and comb she used on the horses, the cup and make-up and over the net. The net would work to hang the fish on after and dry them like the book stated they had done but the holes were far too large and too low quality to capture anything small like the small fish that would be in the river. Eventually her eyes danced over the little mesh bags she used to make the tea and sighed heavily as she pulled them toward her. They would work but she’d have to use practically all of them and she would still need to twist something into them to make it hold the shape required.
Leaning back she gazed at the haltered heads of the horses meandering through the camp and snuffling gently. Nose to tail they dozed in the sunshine, protecting each other from the flies as their tales swatted each others faces and their other flank while the other protected them. It made her smile, animals were never wholly selfless, there was always intent, something they got in return. Working together they could protect more of their body than separate. It made Ayszel glad that she had bought two, although she couldn’t have carried all her belongings on only one.
Suddenly her eyes fixated on the halters both horses now. Most of it was made of rope but the nose band which ran over, what the horse seller had said was the most sensitive part of their face the halter touched, was made of fabric and was structured with the metal to make it round and bound to the rope on the rest of the ends. It’s not as if I need the halters anymore… she decided. They had come in use when she was first getting to know the mares and it came in handy when they didn’t want to go somewhere she needed them to or where more interested in grass than in her. but I can probably use rope for that part now since It’s not like I’m going to be hauling on their faces…I hope. but there wasn’t a lot to work with until she learned to hunt here.
Petting their cheeks as she untied both halters she coiled onto the ground and packed her stuff back up so she could lean against the full pack. Peering at one of the halters she looked for a piece of exposed metal along the edges. Grabbing the tip she worked her claw under it and smiled to herself couldn’t do THAT with a human nail… eventually she had worked the loop out, after loosing her grip several times. She worked the piece around and through the rope it was puncturing until she had completely detached it. The fabric along the nose piece was sewn into a circle with a heavily padded bottom where it connected with the muzzle and metal ran in rivets like a meandering river or a sidewinder, thus once it was detached from both ends it was easy enough to pull it right out of the center, like pulling the guts out of a sea cucumber.
She did the same with the second halter until she had two fairly long pieces of thin metal that could be woven through mesh bags. The next step is to figure out how to get the mesh bags to stick together… she realized, There isn’t enough metal to bind all the bags together, only to give it structure. Looking at the bush and the few low trees in the distance she ran her reptilian tongue along the air. Sap would take some time to harden, but it works like glue in the jungle. Perhaps it will here too? she entertained.
She hadn’t realized how little of the necessities she was prepared to supply for herself and how much the nest had supplied her with and until she was forced to fend for herself. Now, she realized how much that what she had brought were particular to her hobby. Though it would come to serve her well in serving the animals and plants of her new ecosystem it was doing little to keep her alive right now.
Unfortunately there was little sap in the trees here and cutting them did not make them bleed as it did in the jungle and so she was very quickly back on her butt thinking carefully, waiting for an epiphany. It occurred to her with as much glee as suddenness . Magic. Stone.
Ayszel gazed at the contents of the bags she had spilled out over the ground. There had to be something that would resemble the sketch in the book. Her eyes looked over the tanks and pulled one of the smaller ones over to her. If I can make an opening like the one in there this should work as a container…maybe the fact it’s transparent will help?
Her eyes scanned the chipped pale blue teapot, the brush and comb she used on the horses, the cup and make-up and over the net. The net would work to hang the fish on after and dry them like the book stated they had done but the holes were far too large and too low quality to capture anything small like the small fish that would be in the river. Eventually her eyes danced over the little mesh bags she used to make the tea and sighed heavily as she pulled them toward her. They would work but she’d have to use practically all of them and she would still need to twist something into them to make it hold the shape required.
Leaning back she gazed at the haltered heads of the horses meandering through the camp and snuffling gently. Nose to tail they dozed in the sunshine, protecting each other from the flies as their tales swatted each others faces and their other flank while the other protected them. It made her smile, animals were never wholly selfless, there was always intent, something they got in return. Working together they could protect more of their body than separate. It made Ayszel glad that she had bought two, although she couldn’t have carried all her belongings on only one.
Suddenly her eyes fixated on the halters both horses now. Most of it was made of rope but the nose band which ran over, what the horse seller had said was the most sensitive part of their face the halter touched, was made of fabric and was structured with the metal to make it round and bound to the rope on the rest of the ends. It’s not as if I need the halters anymore… she decided. They had come in use when she was first getting to know the mares and it came in handy when they didn’t want to go somewhere she needed them to or where more interested in grass than in her. but I can probably use rope for that part now since It’s not like I’m going to be hauling on their faces…I hope. but there wasn’t a lot to work with until she learned to hunt here.
Petting their cheeks as she untied both halters she coiled onto the ground and packed her stuff back up so she could lean against the full pack. Peering at one of the halters she looked for a piece of exposed metal along the edges. Grabbing the tip she worked her claw under it and smiled to herself couldn’t do THAT with a human nail… eventually she had worked the loop out, after loosing her grip several times. She worked the piece around and through the rope it was puncturing until she had completely detached it. The fabric along the nose piece was sewn into a circle with a heavily padded bottom where it connected with the muzzle and metal ran in rivets like a meandering river or a sidewinder, thus once it was detached from both ends it was easy enough to pull it right out of the center, like pulling the guts out of a sea cucumber.
She did the same with the second halter until she had two fairly long pieces of thin metal that could be woven through mesh bags. The next step is to figure out how to get the mesh bags to stick together… she realized, There isn’t enough metal to bind all the bags together, only to give it structure. Looking at the bush and the few low trees in the distance she ran her reptilian tongue along the air. Sap would take some time to harden, but it works like glue in the jungle. Perhaps it will here too? she entertained.
She hadn’t realized how little of the necessities she was prepared to supply for herself and how much the nest had supplied her with and until she was forced to fend for herself. Now, she realized how much that what she had brought were particular to her hobby. Though it would come to serve her well in serving the animals and plants of her new ecosystem it was doing little to keep her alive right now.
Unfortunately there was little sap in the trees here and cutting them did not make them bleed as it did in the jungle and so she was very quickly back on her butt thinking carefully, waiting for an epiphany. It occurred to her with as much glee as suddenness . Magic. Stone.
You described the poisoning very well but I couldn't award as much experience as I would have liked because at the end of the day, she still isn't entirely sure what each of these plants are called, where they're typically found and what their properties are exactly. Those are just a few of the more rudimentary points of Botany! But altogether. I really enjoyed reading this. If you have any questions, shoot me a PM.
