Timestamp: Summer 3, 523 AV Today, Maya decided that she wished to expand upon idea she had been working on and developing over the past few days. She wanted to work on what she was referring to as "natural camouflague," or a disguise crafted entirely from things found around her. Camouflague designed to help her blend in with the natural world, crafted from the natural world, which would seriously help with her budget, which could definitely use a lot of work right about now. For this particular exercise, she decided that she wished to work with a mixture of dust and dirt, which was rather plentiful in the area. She could mix both with water to change its density, texture, color, and overall feel and just, see what happened more than anything else. A distant part of her felt excited to get started, but another part of her was worried this would prove a worthless feat, or largely worthless feat. It couldn't be entirely worthless if she learned something, right? So, Maya took her first step by heading outside and gathering a pile of dirt between her hands before dumping it on her table before making another few trips to gather some more before quickly heading back inside and locking the door behind her. She did not want to be disturbed during her work any more than she wanted to run out of supplies before she finished. And the pile of dark, small-grained dirt upon her table looked like it would be enough. Next, she placed her waterskin filled with slightly-murky water beside it and then stripped out of her clothes to widen her canvas. She folded them neatly and set them down on the chair beneath her in an effort to make its uncomfortable nature more comfortable and keep from hurting her delicate form. Maya glanced down at her skin, it was so sickly looking and dry. She supposed that in some ways, that could be a benefit--maybe the dirt would take to it better than healthier skin. Maybe it wouldn't. In any case, the nuit was about to find out. But first, what was she trying to accomplish? She wanted to blend in, to look "natural," but what was the best way to do that? And where should she begin? Perhaps, with the basics? Making herself look grubby? She had already experimented a bit with that in the past, so that seemed like a good place to start, and from there, she could expand to more complicated creations. Perhaps, drawing with the help of her fingers upon her skin, creating textures and designs that would help disguise and camouflague her. Maybe she could create the pattern of dried leaves, or even tree bark, or snake skin or something. She could get really inventive if she was lucky and wanted to and also... developed the skill. Although she doubt she was the worst artist in the world, she definitely had a lot of work to go before she was anywhere near the best. And, without further ado, she sat down on her pile of clothes and scooped a pile of dirt into her right hand. She'd start with the dirt being dry and then add bits of moisture if she couldn't accomplish what she wished. Rather unceremoniously, Maya turned her hand over, and rubbed the dirt into her left wrist. Several grains fell from her skin and tumbled onto the floor, making the messy floor even messier, but she ignored this and continued rubbing until there was nothing left to rub into her wrist and then up the length of her arm toward her elbow. As she worked, she silently wondered if this would help mask her smell from those with sensitive noses, and when she finished rubbing the dirt into her skin, she surveyed her skin. It clearly looked like she had taken the time to rub dirt into it--no surprises there. A sort of dusty, dirty quality marred her once clean but dry skin. She wondered if she could make the grime look more natural by manipulating the streaking pattern she had made with her fingers. To make it seem like grime she'd acquired while working or something as opposed to something she had applied to her skin on purpose. So, she began with the flesh closest to her wrist, winding her fingers in circles around the dusty dirt. Some if it came off on her fingers, some of it remained on her skin and it seemed to her, that you could make out where her fingers had wound round and round to press the dirt into her skin. Maya blinked. What if? She picked a patch of skin below the marks she had just made and began wiggling her fingers back and forth across it, like waves, up and down up and down--the marks it made seemed slightly more natural than the whorls she had created before, but even more dirt had come off on her fingers than before, she thought. Now, what happens if I do this? |