62nd of Spring, 518 AV
Nieve stood in front of the section of sand she'd squared off, having drawn out the boundaries with a stick, hands on her hips and her lips pursed. She'd been in Syka long enough to settle down, and it was about time she got to work actually being useful.
However, for her, that required a kiln. Which she didn't have, which meant she would have to improvise. Quite frankly, she had no idea where to start. She hummed in thought, dropping down into a crouch. Near silent footsteps alerted her to Sinaetri's approaching presence behind her.
"What are you doing?" The Verusk questioned, her shadow casting over the small Kelvic. Evie tilted her head back to look up at her, squinting slightly.
"Thinking. I need to make a kiln. Or, well, a replacement for one." Sinaetri raised a brow, seeming surprised.
"A kiln? For pottery?"
"Yes. I make pottery. Randal said cups and such are needed pretty badly." Nieve sighed, turning her attention back to the space in front of her, brows furrowed as she chewed on her lower lip in thought.
Sinaetri made a thoughtful noise in the back of her throat. "I'm afraid I can't be of much use with this. Perhaps you should drop by the Commons, see if anyone knows something and would be willing to help?"
Nieve pondered that for a moment; she would have liked to figure something out on her own, but perhaps that would be her best bet. Before she recruited anyone, though, she wanted to at least be prepared.
"Help me gather some wood and kindle?" She asked Sinaetri as she hopped to her feet, batting her large green eyes at the taller woman. Sinaetri huffed out a breath that Evie recognized as a laugh.
"Enough, you don't have to plead with me. I'll help." Evie shot the woman a bright, wide grin, and bounded off towards the treeline without waiting. Sinaetri cast her eyes upwards before following after at a more leisurely pace.
The two worked in silence for awhile, rummaging around in the underbrush at the edge of the treeline to search for sticks and fallen branches. Some bigger pieces of wood might have been useful, but Nieve didn't feel like trying her luck venturing into the jungle to find some; in any case, she didn't even have an axe.
Birds cawed and chirped overhead, rustling through the treetops in bright flashes of plumage as the two gathered as much as they could before heading back to Nieve's designated area, dropping their findings into a pile. They'd managed to scrape together enough for a sizable fire.
Sinaetri brushed off her hands, casting her gaze to Nieve. "Now what?"
Evie pursed her lips. "Now I go look for help, I suppose."
Sinaetri inclined her head. "Good luck. I'll be around when you return, if you need any further assistance." The Verusk had been planning on practicing her dancing, but she could do that nearby. She liked when the Kelvic was productive, and wouldn't mind helping her; especially with something that would help the settlement.
"Thank you!" Evie grinned at her before turning and trotting off towards the Commons, loincloth swinging around her knees as she broke into a lope. Nieve kept a steady pace the whole way there, though she was breathless and panting by the time she made it. She slowed her footsteps, pausing to catch her breath before bounding up the steps to the Commons.
It was early afternoon, so they were fairly busy. People milled around, most of whom Nieve recognized by now, chatting and working. Still, while she recognized most of the people there, she wouldn't say she particularly knew them; that, and they all seemed busy.
Nieve hung back, her bright gaze scanning the deck for someone she was actually familiar with who she wouldn't mind going to bother, even if they were busy.
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However, for her, that required a kiln. Which she didn't have, which meant she would have to improvise. Quite frankly, she had no idea where to start. She hummed in thought, dropping down into a crouch. Near silent footsteps alerted her to Sinaetri's approaching presence behind her.
"What are you doing?" The Verusk questioned, her shadow casting over the small Kelvic. Evie tilted her head back to look up at her, squinting slightly.
"Thinking. I need to make a kiln. Or, well, a replacement for one." Sinaetri raised a brow, seeming surprised.
"A kiln? For pottery?"
"Yes. I make pottery. Randal said cups and such are needed pretty badly." Nieve sighed, turning her attention back to the space in front of her, brows furrowed as she chewed on her lower lip in thought.
Sinaetri made a thoughtful noise in the back of her throat. "I'm afraid I can't be of much use with this. Perhaps you should drop by the Commons, see if anyone knows something and would be willing to help?"
Nieve pondered that for a moment; she would have liked to figure something out on her own, but perhaps that would be her best bet. Before she recruited anyone, though, she wanted to at least be prepared.
"Help me gather some wood and kindle?" She asked Sinaetri as she hopped to her feet, batting her large green eyes at the taller woman. Sinaetri huffed out a breath that Evie recognized as a laugh.
"Enough, you don't have to plead with me. I'll help." Evie shot the woman a bright, wide grin, and bounded off towards the treeline without waiting. Sinaetri cast her eyes upwards before following after at a more leisurely pace.
The two worked in silence for awhile, rummaging around in the underbrush at the edge of the treeline to search for sticks and fallen branches. Some bigger pieces of wood might have been useful, but Nieve didn't feel like trying her luck venturing into the jungle to find some; in any case, she didn't even have an axe.
Birds cawed and chirped overhead, rustling through the treetops in bright flashes of plumage as the two gathered as much as they could before heading back to Nieve's designated area, dropping their findings into a pile. They'd managed to scrape together enough for a sizable fire.
Sinaetri brushed off her hands, casting her gaze to Nieve. "Now what?"
Evie pursed her lips. "Now I go look for help, I suppose."
Sinaetri inclined her head. "Good luck. I'll be around when you return, if you need any further assistance." The Verusk had been planning on practicing her dancing, but she could do that nearby. She liked when the Kelvic was productive, and wouldn't mind helping her; especially with something that would help the settlement.
"Thank you!" Evie grinned at her before turning and trotting off towards the Commons, loincloth swinging around her knees as she broke into a lope. Nieve kept a steady pace the whole way there, though she was breathless and panting by the time she made it. She slowed her footsteps, pausing to catch her breath before bounding up the steps to the Commons.
It was early afternoon, so they were fairly busy. People milled around, most of whom Nieve recognized by now, chatting and working. Still, while she recognized most of the people there, she wouldn't say she particularly knew them; that, and they all seemed busy.
Nieve hung back, her bright gaze scanning the deck for someone she was actually familiar with who she wouldn't mind going to bother, even if they were busy.
Word Count: 649; Total: 649