Devil's Tower

Who: Sway, Trigger, & Smith
What: Meeting the BFF!
When: Afternoon
Where: Trading Post
Rating: PG
Status: In Progress

Sway made her way to the trading post, hoping she actually had something worth trading. She mostly went because she wanted to get a feel for the place, get used to how things worked. She didn't expect it to be so busy, so buzzing with life. It was actually a relief. It reminded her of home for a moment, where everything was fast, loud, pushy, and everyone was trying to get the best for their dollar. She loved it.

Glancing around, she wondered if she could trade favors for favors. Maybe she could do errands or help out around another tribe in exchange for them teaching her some stuff that would make her more useful to her own. She was still worried that Hawk and Kestral would change their minds and kick her out on her ass for not being productive enough. She hadn't gotten that vibe from them, it was her own insecurity talking. She had been raised a rich kid, sure, but since her parents had never been around, she was mostly raised by people who taught her the importance of singing for your supper. That, and she wasn't used to not having something to do constantly. There was plenty of work around the tribe, but she didn't have the skills to help with everything. It was something she desperately wanted to change.

Sway was so lost in her thoughts as she looked through things people were offering for trade, she didn't even notice when she walked straight into a young man. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed immediately, then gave him a sheepish grin, "Usually I'm more graceful."

Who: Kenji and Sway
Where: South bank of the river, north of the Outskirts and just across the river from TF territory. (Yeah, I'm that specific.. lol)
When: Wednesday late afternoon
Why: Trying to keep in shape and cooling off

The heat was simply insane. It had effected Kenji's normal routine in that he simply found it too hot to work out or do much of anything. It only seemed to be getting worse too. He'd spent the morning lounging in the shade of a warehouse at the Outskirts. It was where he usually made camp, even though he tried to switch things up and not stick out to everyone as the drifter who...didn't really drift. By the time the sun had started to lower itself he was dying of boredom. There was simply nothing for him to do, and his thoughts kept wandering back to the Christian guy he'd met the day before.

Eventually he decided to take a walk to the river in an attempt to clear his head; heat be damned. He packed up his things and made his way north. When he arrived at the river bank he tucked his belongings safely inside a bush and took off his shirt and shoes. The grass felt cool and soft on his bare feet. It was a little slippery, but that just made him all the more attentive to his movements as he began to practice his taijutsu. It would be nice to have a sparring partner, as he hadn't fought with anyone in ages. Though he supposed he should have been thankful that he hadn't needed to use such skills to survive.

Who: Sway & OTA
Where: Twin Feathers Canopy/Trading Post
When: Tuesday early morning
Why: Heading to the trading post

Sway woke up early, feeling as if she hadn't slept at all. That was nothing new. She rarely slept at all anymore. She was starting to have her doubts that the phenomena existed. Sleep was like a story she'd heard or a book she had read, once upon a time. A nice notion, but not really something that happened to regular people. Shaking off the thought, she shifted, stretching her body, then got up and dressed. She had a plan for today.

She hadn't been able to find one thing she was exactly good at, so she had been helping out where it was needed, whatever the task. Well she wanted to find it. Her niche. She'd been a dancer before, but there wasn't a group she could join or anything nowadays....was there? See, that was her problem. She didn't know, not for sure. That's what she needed, information. So she was going to the only place to get it. Where the people were. The Trading Post.

So far she had been avoiding her fellow Twin Feathers. Getting close wasn't her specialty and she was afraid that's exactly what they would ask of her. So she had been keeping her distance. From everyone really. It didn't matter the tribe. She had stayed close to the canopy, worked when asked, then did her nightly imitation of sleep. Not today.

After climbing down from the Canopy, she headed toward the trading post, momentarily getting lost. When she found her way back, she saw someone headed in the same direction. With all the friendliness she could muster, she approached and gave them a tentative smile. "Are you going to the Trading Post?"