Flashback Windswept Children

[Rufio]

90th FALL 501AV
10th BELL, In sight of Endrykas

　　　　" rufio! Rufio!"

　　A Drykas father called for his child, standing outside of his pavilion tent, Syna's morning light casting a halo about his shaggy mane of braids. The man cupped his jaw with his hands and howled for his child.

　　　　"R-U-F-I-O-O...!"

A growl of exasperation, just as his Benshira wife joined his side from within the Wildmane tent. "Davyd, she'll be back when she's hungry, and she knows not to go far."
The Drykas father grunted acknowledgment and folded his arms about his petite wife, kissing her caramel cheeks, itching her with his grizzly-bear beard. Ebyln giggles and presses a hand firmly against his chest, dried herbs bundled in her other, and wafts of lavender filled the pockets of her apron.
　　"As wild as her father." Came her Shiber purr.

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Rufio was chasing the horizon, chasing the wind.

Her bare feet thudded Semele's warm body, her arms pumping with her long strides. The Storm God's fingers raked through her long, ebony mane, braided here and there with emerald thread.

Freckles abundantly splattered across her round face and set amidst them bright eyes, the hue of ochre. With this excitable gaze the child peered out into The Sea Of Grass that swayed beyond the tented city to the adventure—dangers.

　　

[Naiya]

Race the Wind

Rue danced with excitement, sure to be caught if she continued to move, but unable to be still. The boys were practicing, their rough and tumble fight turned into a lesson of how to fight for real. The young girl watched in awe, paying close attention to how their ankal shaped their feet, informed them that their stance should widen to create strength.

"Relax your knees, they should be able to move to balance your weight and the weight of an attack." The commanding voice was followed quickly by a shove to her brother's chest, sending the boy reeling backward and into the dirt. See his hands said, gesturing with distaste towards his son who sat confused in the dirt, "A wide stance is useless if you're stiff and awkward."

Rue giggled, and the eyes of Teo fell on her where she hid crouched behind the wagon. Her eyes widened in shock as they met her brother's, and she moved preparing to flee the instant he alerted the others. Instead he was silent, turning back to his father.

Rue grinned, reminding herself to be silent as she hid behind the wheel to watch once more. Teo was standing again, and her father was showing them how to make a fist. He held out his hand, fingers spread then slowly rolled them, all but his thumb, down into his palm, then he tucked the last digit across the others. Rue imitated him, rolling her fingers down until they were tucked securely into her palm, then crossed her thumb over the front.

She watched the boys throw punches, her dad said to throw their weight, use their back leg to drive force through their core. "Your core is like your seat, you've gotta learn how to use it". He demonstrated how to throw a good punch, allowing the boys to practice.

Aldeen threw a punch that went wide, and Art swung his fist at the younger boy as hard as he could while he was off balance. Aldeen went tumbling in the dust, rolling through the dirt to escape the grasp of his brother until his bode bumped the wheel across from Rue. He rubbed his cheek, eyes squeezed shut, Rue could already see a bruise forming, embarrassment shaping his posture. When his eyes opened, he gave a shout.

"RUE! I can see your feet under the wagon! You aren't supposed to be here watching!". He scrambled to his feet, but Rue was already running, ducking through the pavilion to escape. She stumbled through the partition, tripping clean over his father's third wife where she sat spinning hair into thread.

"Sorry!" great apology! She shouted over her shoulder, already scrambling back to her feet to continue her headlong race away from angry siblings.

Her bare feet slapped against the worn dirt paths, stinging her with each step as she raced out towards the sea of grass. Her hair glowed like a beacon in the sunlight, messily braided by her own fingers in sections that were entirely too large.

She grinned as she ran, laughing as shouts followed for a time, lost once she had ducked beneath first one, then another stall in the market, allowing her to crawl under the partition to Maybell's shop. She waved sweetly at the old woman, then took off again, running out into the grass.

Her dress billowed in the wind of her passage, making her laugh again as she circled the city as fast as her feet would take her. Rufio had to be near, she knew, they always found each other.

The lone, dark-haired figure quickly caught Rue's eye as she appeared once more on the outskirts of the city, the girl staring out into the grass. Rue slowed, crouching in the tall grass as she came closer, hoping to surprise her friend. She looked hard at the ground, watching where to step that would be quiet, testing her weight on each patch of grass before she moved. So focused on her steps, she was upon the other girl before she realized, and she jumped, letting out a startled sound that surely gave her away she attempted to tackle the other girl to the ground.

"I found you!"

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant

[Rufio]

　　　　" owfft!"
　　　　　　　　　The Drykas cubs tumbled into the grasses, rolling with their momentum. Rufio was not alarmed by the tackle, though definitely surprised. It took her just a tick to gather her wits.

When she did, she chastised her playfully—"R-u-e!"

before beginning to wrestle her. Grabbing her arms in her hands, she threw herself sideways, as she tried to roll on top of Rue. To best her.

Rufio was a chorus of giggles and soft grunts of effort. Rufio was not very tall for her age, but what she lacked in height she made up for with meat on her bones.

When she did manage to get on top of her rival by using her weight and strength to shunt the balance between them, the girl threw her arms into the air in victory.

　　　　　　"Win!"

Her triumph was short-lived, though. Rufio lost her balance atop her wreathing wrestling partner and found herself toppled over face-first into the dirt for a second time—"Umff!"

She laughed and sat up, shaking loose grass and moss out of her unruly hair, making a horse-raspberry puff with her lips as she did.

"Rue, what adventure will we do?!"
Play, excited, curious.

Her amber gaze danced across her friend's features, wide-eyed as she implored her friend to help them choose from the myriad of games they had played together, most oft invented by their imaginations since they were old enough to make-believe.

A racoon-pattern of dense freckles scattered across every inch of her skin by Syna's artistry. The white, long-sleeve cotton tunic she wore kept slipping off her shoulder as she stood to dust more grasses off her tan, fur-lined leggings.

"Oh no, look, we have lost Endrykas, it's disappeared, stolen by the Zith!" Make-believe, game.

Barely a tick after asking Rue what they should do with their afternoon, the Wildmane tossed out what struck her imagination there and then as it sparked—pretending they had just found themselves alone survivors in the grasslands.

"How will we survive here? The storm's coming!"

Rufio grinned, pleased with her interpretation of the wind as a powerful gust buffeted them. Her braids whipped across her face and she scrunched her nose as she brushed them annoyingly out of her way.
　　

[Naiya]

Race the Wind

Rue giggled as they both sailed through the air, landing atop the other girl with triumph shaping her posture. Her success lasted only ticks as Rufio gathered herself grabbing her by the arms and throwing them into a bout of wrestling.

Rue fought against the girl, trying to get an advantage over the other without good use of her arms, but it was no use, she was quickly pinned on her back. Rufio shouted with victory, Rue scrambled for a moment, before recalling a trick she had learned. She planted both her feet flat on the ground with her heels touching her bottom, quickly she arched her back, pressing up with all the strength her small body possessed.

The girl perched atop her belly fell forward, her arms up now to declare her victory. Rue's arched body and surprising movement knocked the other off balance as her seat moved, and she flailed in the dirt once more.

"Wi- win!" Rue panted through giggles, her body dissolving into a puddle of laughter. She sat in the grass as her giggles passed into silence, watching the other girl right herself.

She sprang to her feet, no time to dust off as severity crossed her hands. The wind that buffeted them was cold, causing her hair to stand on end as she looked out across the sea, imagining the world her friend had shaped, alone in the grass.

"We must find water first, Fi! Always find water." She told her, twisting her head sharply tossing her hair all about as she looked. Excitement "There! Look, look!" She pointed out across the grass to an outcrop of stone where Rue and her family had gathered water the day before.

"But first, we need to camouflage, Fi, so the Zith don't take us." Her voice had fallen to a hushed whisper, caution shaping excited hands. She reached down to pluck a handful of small white flowers intermixed with dark green grass. She beckoned her friend closer, for your hair little hands shaped clumsily around the plants.

She helped the other girl string the flowers and grass through her dark hair, more her hands signed excitedly, finding sweet smelling red berries hiding at the base of a nearby bush. She smashed the tiny fruits between her fingers, painting red around her eyes. A dab of mud on her nose completed her look. "I'm a fox." she giggled, "See my red hair and white cheeks!" She ate a couple berries for good measure before looking for more to decorate her friend with.

A fragrant purple flower caught her eye, and she plucked those for her friend as well, remembering that they often put this plant in their packs with clothing to make them smell fresh. She offered to braid them into a crown atop Rufio's head with the other flowers.

"Next we have to sneak across the grass to get to the water, then we can find shelter."

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant

[Rufio]

　　
　　　　 rufio was a compliant model as she let her friend string flowers and grasses into her hair. The flowers perched well amidst the knotty tangles.

When her friend moved towards some berry bushes, the half-Drykas breathed a sigh of delight and picked a berry to pop in her mouth.

　　　　　　"Water first." She agreed. "At least we have food, here. "We will not starve. We can come back when it's safe."

The Wildmane giggled when her friend turned around with berry-blood painted across her skin. "You are. A wily fox!" the Wildmane agreed, teasing.

Her hands came to grasp a few of the sweet purple flowers. She hunkered down, plonking her bottom onto her heels, and with her nails she slit tiny holes in the stems, sliding the stem of the next flower through it, to bring them together.

Soon, they had too many flowers and the crown was too long for Rufio's head. She giggled and broke the length into two. Fastening her half into a round circle.

She muttered—"Hold still, Fox."—before adjusting the crown onto Rue's head. Pleased, the Wildmane bowed her head to receive her own crown.

With that, they were princesses of the Drykas. Disciples of Caiyha. Survivors of the Zith.

Rufio ducked to a crouch, her fingertips brushing the grasses lightly. She began to whisper, as if there were Zith about. "C'mon, Wild Fox, we got to get to the water and hide."

She began to sneak through the grasses, which were tall enough to reach her shoulders in her crouch, though not enough to obscure her vision. As they got closer to the water, where the grasses grew longer, she became careful, rolling her bare feet from heel to toe to make little noise, her heavy breathing discernible about her footfalls.

Soon, she stopped, and whispered with urgency. "A Zith, I see it! By the water!" Her hands pointed to a tall stack of rocks, signing danger, enemy, alarm.

The Wildmane looked around the ground and picked up a rock in her hands. She threw a grin over her shoulder to her friend, and suggested. "We attack? On the count of three?"

Her muddy hand made sign for Drykas and courage. Not just princesses—warrior princesses.

　　

[Naiya]

Race the Wind

Rue's hands wove the stem of one flower over and under the leaves of the other creating bundles of the purple flowers all in the same place. Together they created a mismash of flowers in an overlong crown. shock overtook her form for a lingering tick as Rufio tore the crown into pieces. Her upset lasted only a moment as the other girl wove the two pieces into two crowns.

With a grin she ducked into the crown Rufio offered her, and Rue returned the favor with a flourish, draping the flowers with care across the braided mane of hair. Paired souls, they began to hatch their plan. First to the water, then they would take cover, perhaps near food.

She was shorter than Rufio, her bent legs and tight muscles putting her head beneath the tops of the grass. She instead peered through the tall stalks, finding the pattern of gaps and brush, waiting for the wind to blow the sliver tipped grass low over the ground.

She followed her friend at a distance, too close and she would trip over her feet, too far, and they would not be safe. Her face contorted with determined focus, she slid her feet across the ground, shifting her weight from foot to foot with care. The slow motion and the lower position of her feet kept her from having heavy footfalls as she stalked through the grass.

Her thighs burned at her pace, slowing her until she was nearly too tired to hold her crouch any longer. She dug her toes into the dirt, changing her stride into big wide steps that stretched her muscles, but required more care not to slam her foot down onto something loud like a pile of rocks or a dry stick. She stepped over the large stick, hurrying after her friend.

Their approach halted and Rue followed a few more steps until she could kneel in the soft grass beside her companion. Her hands echoed Rufio's alarm signaling that they should take great care in their next move.

Rue scrambled for a weapon of her own, finding that there were few rocks. Wait, wait her hands shaped, she scrambled back, recalling the stick she had passed and returning to the spot.

She returned to Rufio with haste her breath coming in heavy blows. I around, you straight, attack she began to sneak through the grass her hands counting for them both.

One, her feet paced to the right, circling closer to the water and around their Zith foe. Zulrav's breath pressed the grass down, clearing her sight to their enemy.

Two, another breath of the god let her send her companion a breathless grin, excitement shaping her body. Her foot slid through a damp patch of mud and she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.

Three!, her hands moved with great speed, ferocity in the force of the sign. She waited for the rocks to sail through the air before she leapt out of the cover of grass and onto the mossy bank of the river fed pond. She shouted a war cry fit for a warrior of Caiyha, swinging her stick above her head and down across the rock that was their enemy.

The wood in her hands shattered, sending splinters through the air and into her palms. Only a tick of pain paused her play as she turned to find Rufio, Sucess! "Victory!" her hands shouted into the air.

When her friend approached Rue pouted, showing her the small pieces of wood dug into her hands. "Ow, ow, ow." She said hands asking for help, removing the splinters.

"Battle scars." Rue grinned, her smile fierce with excitement and pride. When her friend had removed the splinters from her hands, she signed her gratitude, then was back right away to their survival.

"Where the water moves, it is safe to drink, we have to find where the water moves." Rue began to scan the small body of water, half protected by rock from the quick motion of the river, the still end of the water filled with plants and fish, but not good for drinking.

When they found the ripples that spoke of moving water, they moved towards the source, and Rue was happy to drink from the burbling water. She was careful to rinse her hands first, close to the mouth of the river so they could still drink. Rue formed a bowl with her hands and lifted the water to her mouth, chilled by the water that ran down her arms and chin.

Her mind whirred, trying to recall all the things she knew about what to do if she ever got lost in the grass. They practiced, or rather the boys practiced and Rue watched in secret. They should find food, and something to carry water. They would need a knife too, something to cut food and grass with.

"We need a safe camp, close to water, but dry. We can make a fire and cook food, and make water containers, and a shelter, and beds!" She spoke with growing excitement, her ideas running as fast as a strider in the sea. Her mind galloped forward in their day until Rufio caught her attention once more, her decorated hair catching Rue's eye and bringing her back to the present.

"What should we do first?"

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant

[Rufio]

　　
　　　　 one— 　　　　　get ready.

As Rue circled to flank their 'enemy', Rufio readied herself. Her feet she shuffled apart, flattening grasses, and she twisted gently at the waist. Drawing her arm back, her rock-bearing hand sliding back at her hip-height. Still crouched, her weight leant backward, the stone shifted in her palm until it felt right.

　　　　　　　Two—　　　　get ready.

With a determined gaze, Rufio fixed her aim on the rocks with her eyes. Glancing at her friend, so see where she was, the Wildmane's own wolfish grin lit up beneath her freckles.

She sniggered quietly as Rue almost slipped in mud. Careful, her sign most likely unseen through the grasses.

　　　　　　　　　　　　Three—　　　　attack!

Rufio took a big breath, and with a mighty roar, flung the stone at the 'Zith'. "Arrghh!" Her arm arced above her head, a wide circle, her biceps bunched, felt the weight of the stone in her arm, and drove it through the air.

Ducking to grab another, it flew off the mark. It didn't matter, she had covered her friend's approach, distracted the 'Zith'.

"Go Rue-Fox, go!" Came Rufio's whoop of encouragement descended into a bout of laughter as her wide eyes took in the ferocity of her friend with surprise and admiration.

The rock-Zith fell, scattered into the grasses with loud, dull thuds.

　　　　V i c t o r y !

Rufio screamed and leapt, pumping her fist into the sky with prideful joy. When she came to her friend, her cheeks were flushed pink with the exertion of throwing the stones.

"Ow, ow, ow."—Rufio's brow drew low and her hands shaped her concern, as her hands reached for Rue's to inspect the 'wound'.

"Here-" The Wildmane drew her face close to Rue's hands as her fingers deftly picked out the splinters, carefully and efficiently. "There-" She grinned and nodded, agreeing battle scars, pride, bravery.

Rufio followed with great interest as Rue explained, "Where the water moves, it is safe to drink".

Watching as she drank from water that rippled, Fi followed suite, washing off her muddy hands before taking a drink thirstily.

"We need a safe camp, close to water, but dry. We can make a fire and cook food, and make water containers, and a shelter, and beds!" Rue said, and the Wildmane nodded eagerly, infectious as Rue's excitement was.

"Yes, shelter first. We can go without food for a day, but not a roof, it is too cold." She reasoned, as her arms clung about herself. Zulrav whisked another gust into their backs, sending her messy mane all about her face.

The Wildmane whipped her heair out of her face with a flick of her head, looking around at the grasslands for materials as she did.

With a furrowed brow, she reached down to pluck a long length of grass from its roots. "Can we use this?"

Rufio showed her the grass, gesturing with uncertainty to their flower crowns with sign for weaving.

　　

[Naiya]

Race the Wind

Shelter. Rue cocked her head to the side and tapped her chin with a little finger. She was considering the girl's question. After a few ticks, she gave a sharp nod. Can use, she told the other, "Need long, soft, so we can tie them."

She looked at the grass but paused, remembering their game. "First we need a place where the Zith won't find us!" Hidden, safe her hands signed with sincerity. She peered around seeking to explore the area near the water.

She crouched, beckoning Rufio to do the same as they explored. She wove through the grass with little care for her footfalls, instead focused on the fall of the grass and shelter from the wind.

She found one spot, a few trees growing off the river, but the water ran right through the flat space. Something about that was bad. Rain would flood, and it would bring animals through their camp, they might steal their food.

She shook her head and moved on, circling around the water in wider and wider circles so she would not lose her place. She ran across Rufio on one of her circles, her grin not lost, but fading as she searched with great seriousness. No luck, she told the girl, encouraging her to continue looking.

Rue curled her lip at the second space she found, it was flat and dry... but it had no shelter. No trees, no rocks, no hill to build against. She spun in a circle, tired of bad luck. She spun and spun until she lost her balance and fell on her back in the grass with a huff.

The world shifted around her even now that she was still, the grass dancing double time as Zulrav bellowed and sighed, chilling the air and promising storms to come. She laughed as the world danced and her body seemed to sway with the beating of Semele. Her new perspective let her see the fall of the land, follow the curves and rises of the grassland that gave it the name of sea.

Perhaps she was looking wrong. Perhaps she needed to let the sea guide her to it's own protection. She climbed to her feet, finding Rufio in the grass with her eyes. No need to become separated, no need for one to be lost.

She prowled through the grass, this time watching the shape of the ridge, the spill of grass over the land. She followed up first, finding that she could see more from the top of the ridge. The pond lay beneath her feet, the sky darkened by clouds torn and tossed about by Zulrav's breath.

Her dress billowed about her legs, fighting against her to lift with the breeze. She looked out across the grass, finding that the land slipped and formed a shelter all its own. There they would be safe.

"Rufio!" She shouted into the wind, letting the buffeting air carry her voice. She grinned down at her companion with pride, Rue waited until the girl was beside her on the ridge before pointing down into the hollow. The grass there still blew when the wind came from the north, but it was protected on the other sides.

Think is good, what you? "Did you find anything?"

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant

[Rufio]

　　
　　　　" first we need a place where the Zith won't find us!" Hidden, safe

Oh yes, the Zith—

Rufio ducked a little and giggled, hushed. Following her friend's lead, the Wildmane began to meander through the grasses in concentric circles, in the opposite direction as Rue. Cover more ground, she thought idly.

As he ochre gaze scanned the grasses, Rufio wasn't wholly sure what she was looking for. Though, as Zulrav taunted them with his tugging breath, she begun to look for somewhere that would be out of the gusts.

When her freckled face was met with whisker-painted Rue's, she peered into those serious eyes. No luck, her friend signed, and Rufio nodded, laid her palm on Rue's shoulder, returning the encouragement with together persevere, team-work.

As Rufio went, she felt her excitement ebb gently. She had no real idea of what she was looking for, so, in pragmatic fashion, the girl began to gather grasses for their shelter as she searched. Soft, long, and broad were the sheaths she picked.

With four eyes, we'll find a good place, she reasoned with a determined smile, when—"Rufio!"—the familiar call drew her to look up a knoll. Rue stood above amid the swaying grasses and Rufio waved. Coming.

"What is it?" She yelled, rather than signed, grasping at the soft grasses between her two hands, wrestling with the wind which tried to tear them out of her grip. With quick feet, the Wildmane chased up the ridge, excited, inquisitive.

With rosy cheeks and gasping breaths she followed Rue's gesture down to the dip between Semele's rolling waves. Think is good, what you?. Rufio nodded, pleased, validating Rue's pride with a mirror-sign. Rufio was proud of Rue, she was a resourceful friend.

Lifting her bundle of grass a little. Materials It said, as she spoke. "No, I got some leaves though, for our roof." Her gaze took in the slip of the ridge and her imagination conjured up a lean-to, like they made for the horses in bad rain.

She mused aloud, seeking Rue's approval. "If we make a leaf blanket we can put rocks on the edges to keep it down, and lie under it for a while. Til it's not so windy."

With a glance of wariness over her shoulder to the pond of rippling water and the fallen rocks they had attacked, she hurried. "They might see us up here, we should get going."

They—the Zith, predators, enemies.

Rufio's nose scrunched impishly and she squeaked with plotting excitement "C'mon!" as she ran down the hill. Finding it steeper than she had first thought, the Wildmane felt her left foot slide. Giving up on caution, she suddenly let a handful of leaves go.

Grabbing Rue's hand with a playful tug, she rolled down the hill and pulled Rue into the spin with her, leaves clasped between their interlinked hands.

Letting gravity spin her like a wheel of cheese, pulling her elbows in and stretching herself out, pointing her toes downwards to keep the grassy knolls from bumping her too much.

Her voice undulated as she rolled. "Uh-woah-uh-woah-uh-woah!...". She broke out in laughter erupted when they came gently to a still at the bottom, for when Rufio tried to get up and took about collecting the leaves that had flown out of her hands, she wobbled all over the place.

Inevitably, Semele reared up to greet her cheek. "Rue I can't get up!" She giggled, ridiculous, funny, help.

ooc :

This took me an age to get to you, sorry, and thanks for your patience!

　　

[Naiya]

Race the Wind

"Yes, yes, yes!" She looked to the girl's clutching hands with happy approval eyes dancing with emotion as words burst from her lips. "Safe, warm, perfect, Fi!" bursting once more with excitement she would have made to show more but for her friend's cautionary words.

Giggling at the reminder of their enermy Rue cast a furtive glance over her shoulder before following down the hill. "Steep! Ahh!" her voice rang with laughter as they began to slide, and before she knew it Rufio had a hold on her hand tugging her into a headlong tumble down the hill.

Rue tucked her face behind a shield of her outstretched arms, protecting herself from the ground as she rolled behind Rufio. At the bottom of the hill, Rue spread her arms and legs, watching the world continue to roil and tumble around her. When Rufio appeared above her, she seemed to move in the same motion of the hill and grass around her, turbulent, like her head was too heavy for her body.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the ground to settle beneath her, feeling the undulation of semele beneath her. Rufio's call for help pulled a new string of laughter from pursed lips, failing to contain the sound.

Rue rolled towards the sound of Rufio's voice, finding the girl laying in the grass once more. Propped up on elbows, red hair littered with petals from the now disheveled flower crown, she grinned at the girl who was nearly her opposite.

"Up together, come on." She pushed up into sitting on her knees, finding her footing slowly with arms spread for balance, ready to catch her friend should she begin to lean or stumble.

When they were both steady once more, Rue began to gather the leaves, adding the long supple grasses she came across on her own to the mix. They could build a whole hut if they did it right.

The young girl began to lay out the grasses in her hand, making rows of the long supple stalks she bid Rufio to do the same, with two walls they could surely block the wind and hide from prying eyes. When her line got so long that the wind began to carry away the beginnings of her mat she had to stop. A pout formed across her lips, but she could add more once the mat was heavy enough to hold itself down.

She took a new strand, sitting at the loose ends of the rows, she laid back the end of the first one, tucking the strand in her hand beneath it. The grass went over the second strand, the third she pulled back to slip her stalk under. She continued across the edge of her mat. Over, under, over, under. When the first stalk came to an end, she took a new one, weaving back a few strands over the previous stalk before continuing forward.

She ran through a number of stalks of grass before looking back down at her work. She pursed her lips, puffed out her cheeks. Her eyes moved to Rufio, gleaming with laughter.

"L- look, Fi." Her voice shook with near laughter. She wiggled her hands beneath her woven mat, peeking her fingers through gaps and holes. "The worms will get us on this mat!" She lifted the loose weave up with her fingers through the holes, reaching it out towards her friend, fingers waggling at her as Naiya laughed.

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Naiya space Pavi | Common | Tukant
other space Pavi | Common | Tukant