With a touch of sugar || O, Jewelry crafting workshop

Chesspieces had heard the news about someone having a jewelry workshop for the BlizzardClanners. He hadn't given it a second thought as making jewelry wasn't exactly his style. However, the tricolored canine had stumbled upon the area when DeyVarah had been setting it up. He had seen it and now that it was clearly happening today, Chesspieces decided it was best not to skip out. The canine turned around, kicking away clumps of snow from his fur as he trudged over. "Hello. I thought I heard someone was making jewelry today." The head medic barked. His amber irises glanced over the large assortment of materials before lifting his attentive gaze to DeyVarah. "I'm Chesspieces. Pleasure to meet you."

She'd never really considered making jewelry herself, so this would be interesting. She'd been needing to find something to do anyway, and this could be fun. Light approached the workshop shortly after Chesspieces, glancing over the supplies. "Nice setup," she stated, smiling at DeyVarah. She decided to wait a bit before going about making anything. She honestly had no idea how to make jewelry, or anything of the sort, but she'd still try. Eventually.

You're a very curious child when you're not an anxious and confused mess. You like to explore and snoop to learn new things and answer questions and right now, the question you're looking for an answer to is 'where exactly am I?' It'd only been a day since you'd found yourself in another dimension and stumbled across BlizzardClan, and every muscle in your body is still sore, but you need answers, so you'd put your nerves and pain aside to stumble through the camp.

It appears you'd found yourself in the middle of an activity somebody set up. You walked close, listening in as people talked among themselves, and were able to figure out that was a place that people could make jewelry for themselves. Your deep brown eyes displayed your confusion as to how one could even make jewelry with paws and claws, but you tried not to dwell on it. Was this a normal thing for the clan? You lingered next to the table awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

When Arty had first noticed the sign he had been reading a rather nice thick book. As he read it, he was almost certain nobody would be interest in doing something so..mundane. Imagine Arty’s surprise when more and more people gathered to makes jewelry, so much so that Arty picked himself up off the ground, smoothed his flyaway fur, and quickly closed the distance from his spot and the group.

"What have we got going on over here?" The silver and black fox asked, as if he didn’t already know. He glanced around, listening as most of them questioned how to make jewelry. Artemis himself wasn’t sure how either, but he wasn’t about to voice that out loud.

When Pierce came up beside you, you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling softly. He reminds you so much of your mother, soft and caring, gentle and kind. It’s bittersweet, to be reminded of Toriel, such an amazing person, someone you may never see again. But you try not to think about it too much. Instead you’ll live in the moment and try and enjoy Pierce and your other clanmates until you’re not sore and confused and know what to do.

When the male smiles at you, you shyly wave back, happy to see him. You listen close as he talks to the woman you who seems to have set the event up, given the way everyone’s approached her. You nod in agreement when the serval says the place looks nice. After the woman responds, you tap Pierce’s side with your tail (you’ve slightly gotten the hang of having one) and nod in the direction of the jewlrey table; it’s your silent way of asking if he wants to make something with you. It seems like fun.