LITTLE BIRD // weaving

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    Monique had always been the wild, spontaneous type. It was why she never had a permanent home or friends, why she never let herself get attached to things, because she knew her heart was fleeting. Staying in the Veil was something new as she had never lived in one of the clans, but she believed it to ultimately be the same as every other place she stayed. After a couple weeks boredom would set in and like a butterfly she would be gone. Simply floating on the wind, wondering where it would take her. Still, she liked the folks here. Not that she knew any of them really. Some of them had names, other didn't, and yet she still appreciated seeing them. Just being a part of another's world, even for a brief glimmer of time, felt fulfilling.


    Just as she rarely stayed in one place her interests also shifted at random. Before coming to the Veil Monique had become a fan of fishing, now her mind went to eating fruit all day and weaving a new hat. That's what she did now, actually. The strange hybrid sat in camp, her back against a stone wall, and her hands carefully working away. Having already finished half of her sun hat it was now more humdrum, more of a rhythm than it had been when first starting out. The moment of quiet, repetitive movement was nice despite her hyper personality. With a nice breeze running through camp and the afternoon sun, yes, Mo felt quite content. It was rare for her to be so concentrated on one task, but when dealing with delicate dried grass there was really no other option.


    Without much thought she began to hum a little song and shortly after her foot began to sway left then right to the beat. Sticking out from her lips was a stray blade of grass. Every couples seconds or so she would move it to one side, chew a little, and push it over with her tongue. In Mo's mind it seemed to complete the aesthetic of the moment.


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    /oof sorry i didnt see this!!


    Conversely, Mercy had always taken comfort in repetition and routine. Maybe it was because of how many drastic, spontaneous changes she'd suffered through; the loss of her life (twice), Sango's rejection, the shift from PalisadeClan to Volary Flights, and many more. It never got any easier — adjusting to her new life in Shadow Veil had felt like an impossible task in the beginning. It was the typical mundane tasks that had gotten her through the transition and kept her sane until she'd gotten to where she was now; she still took so much pleasure in tidying up the infirmary, patrolling the border, collecting herbs... things that most people would grow bored with fairly quickly if done too frequently. It had a rather calming effect on her, though, and frankly she needed as much of that as she could possibly get.


    She didn't know Monique very well, but from what she'd seen the monkey seemed to be the opposite; Monique was a spontaneous individual, moving from topic to topic and activity to activity with such fluid ease. Mercy admittedly appreciated her energy, but at the same time it could be a bit tricky to keep up with. Weaving grass like this was a lot more... lax for her, Mercy thought as she approached with pricked ears. "What're you making?" asked the molly as she stopped before her clanmate, evidently curious.


    i'm the shell of a girl that i used to know well —— tags.