Enoch Crosslin (crossedwire) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-01-29 15:54:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
A Project
Who: Cross and Rowan
Where: near camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, midday
What: a conversation of sorts
Rated: PG
Cross had been gathering different lengths and thicknesses of vine, cutting it with the pocketknife he'd had with him when he'd arrived here. He wanted to experiment with it, see what could be done and how easy it was to weave. He absolutely had to have something to do when he wasn't sleeping; he was not a person who could just sit around without something with which to tinker. This could end up being a useful project, he thought. He'd gathered all the fellwood he could find in the immediate vicinity, and it was time to move to something else.
In deference to the heat of the day, he'd taken off his shirt and crammed one end of it into his pants pocket, and it flopped against his thigh as he walked out of the wooded area and looked for a place to sit down. The enormous tree in which they slept was casting a shadow over a large portion of the ground, and he made his way toward it, seating himself not far from the dark-haired pregnant girl, whom he'd nodded to the previous day. Of course, being Cross, he'd barely spoken to anyone beyond the basics. "H'lo," he said, nodding again as he sorted lengths of vine in his lap.