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Vhalar 62nd, 717
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
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Hunger sated, Qit sat there against her wagon wheel, simply listening to the relaxing peace of the forest. Her forest. She sat there thinking about the rest of her project. She'd need two more things. A handle, and a means to attach the axe head to the handle. She had her rope, several long coils of it, but that was far too thick to bother with. And that was good, solid rope, no need to use it unless she absolutely needed to do so. But perhaps she could make her own rope. Thinner rope, better suited for a smaller tool like the hatchet she was building.
Pulling herself up, Qit began wondering what fibrous plants she could find in this forest. Her mother knew so many, from using the fur of a type of hare, to the fresh fibrous bark in a certain tree. But Qit was looking for some woody plants that would be more readily abundant. She could use those other ones later if need be, but she didn't have the tools or time to dedicate to them.
Qit slipped into the tree line once more, always purposefully avoiding the clearing that would become her decoy camp. The Sev'ryn woman moved slowly through wood, eyes scanning the low-lying brush for the types of plants that gave what she sought. A full break of slow, arduous searching southward from her camp, she came upon another small clearing. This one wasn't a true clearing, for it was caused by being surrounded by especially tall trees. Their branches shielded it from direct sun, but still plenty came through. And there in the center were several grey and brown woody plants, devoid of leaves and flowers.
Qit'ria crept closer, looking around as she stepped into the exposed clearing. She took it all in, and found this area to be a bit odd. The ground was all stirred up, broken into chunks and small mounds, like something had been digging or rooting around in here. But not recently. A while ago. The soil chunks were covered in small growth, moss and the like. And standing in the center of this disturbed soil was a plant she recognized now that she was up close. Her mother had pointed it out to her back as a child. It was called Dogbane, because supposedly it was extremely poisonous to dogs.
Qit reached out and broke off the top of one of the seemingly dead plants and saw some of the stringy fibers hanging out. Perfect. She popped the stick in her mouth to chew on as she set to work. Kneeling down, she broke the thin plants right above their roots with a simple snap of the fingers. She noticed that the grey plants, ones that were dead longer than the brown ones, had brittle fibers that seemed to just fall apart. So she avoided those, and stuck to the browns.
One she had a large bundle of the woody plant, she carried them over with her, and sat with her back against a tree, and set to work. Setting the pile to her right, she picked up the first plant, and pulled off the fluff filled seed pods setting them to her left. She'd save those, they made excellent fire starting tinder. She removed any remaining dead leaves, and tossed away out in front of her. She broke the branches off, keeping them as they also contained the fibers she sought.
Leaning forward, straddling one of the large roots from the tree she sat upon, she pressed the stem of the plant against the wood. Using her thumbs, she flattened it against the wood, causing it to split and crack in half. She did this along the entire length of the stick until she had two long halves. Then starting at one end, she snapped the woody half, and deposited the woody core. She worked her way up the stem an inch at a time, snapping and breaking and separating the fiber from the cores.
It was slow work, taking well over a break to work through the entire bundle of the plants, but soon she had three sizable piles about her. To her left, her tinder pile, made of the seed pods and woody cores, her right, long strands of the stringy fiber. In front of her was the discarded leaves and debris from the plants. Now she needed to tenderize the fibers, and then she could finally make her cords. She sat back, taking a small break, and once more, disappearing into her listening to the sounds of her forest.
Word Count: (767/767)
Hunger sated, Qit sat there against her wagon wheel, simply listening to the relaxing peace of the forest. Her forest. She sat there thinking about the rest of her project. She'd need two more things. A handle, and a means to attach the axe head to the handle. She had her rope, several long coils of it, but that was far too thick to bother with. And that was good, solid rope, no need to use it unless she absolutely needed to do so. But perhaps she could make her own rope. Thinner rope, better suited for a smaller tool like the hatchet she was building.
Pulling herself up, Qit began wondering what fibrous plants she could find in this forest. Her mother knew so many, from using the fur of a type of hare, to the fresh fibrous bark in a certain tree. But Qit was looking for some woody plants that would be more readily abundant. She could use those other ones later if need be, but she didn't have the tools or time to dedicate to them.
Qit slipped into the tree line once more, always purposefully avoiding the clearing that would become her decoy camp. The Sev'ryn woman moved slowly through wood, eyes scanning the low-lying brush for the types of plants that gave what she sought. A full break of slow, arduous searching southward from her camp, she came upon another small clearing. This one wasn't a true clearing, for it was caused by being surrounded by especially tall trees. Their branches shielded it from direct sun, but still plenty came through. And there in the center were several grey and brown woody plants, devoid of leaves and flowers.
Qit'ria crept closer, looking around as she stepped into the exposed clearing. She took it all in, and found this area to be a bit odd. The ground was all stirred up, broken into chunks and small mounds, like something had been digging or rooting around in here. But not recently. A while ago. The soil chunks were covered in small growth, moss and the like. And standing in the center of this disturbed soil was a plant she recognized now that she was up close. Her mother had pointed it out to her back as a child. It was called Dogbane, because supposedly it was extremely poisonous to dogs.
Qit reached out and broke off the top of one of the seemingly dead plants and saw some of the stringy fibers hanging out. Perfect. She popped the stick in her mouth to chew on as she set to work. Kneeling down, she broke the thin plants right above their roots with a simple snap of the fingers. She noticed that the grey plants, ones that were dead longer than the brown ones, had brittle fibers that seemed to just fall apart. So she avoided those, and stuck to the browns.
One she had a large bundle of the woody plant, she carried them over with her, and sat with her back against a tree, and set to work. Setting the pile to her right, she picked up the first plant, and pulled off the fluff filled seed pods setting them to her left. She'd save those, they made excellent fire starting tinder. She removed any remaining dead leaves, and tossed away out in front of her. She broke the branches off, keeping them as they also contained the fibers she sought.
Leaning forward, straddling one of the large roots from the tree she sat upon, she pressed the stem of the plant against the wood. Using her thumbs, she flattened it against the wood, causing it to split and crack in half. She did this along the entire length of the stick until she had two long halves. Then starting at one end, she snapped the woody half, and deposited the woody core. She worked her way up the stem an inch at a time, snapping and breaking and separating the fiber from the cores.
It was slow work, taking well over a break to work through the entire bundle of the plants, but soon she had three sizable piles about her. To her left, her tinder pile, made of the seed pods and woody cores, her right, long strands of the stringy fiber. In front of her was the discarded leaves and debris from the plants. Now she needed to tenderize the fibers, and then she could finally make her cords. She sat back, taking a small break, and once more, disappearing into her listening to the sounds of her forest.
Word Count: (767/767)
Created by Yolande
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