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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 8:09 pm
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Shaking off some excess water from her hind legs, Shaalt tucked away her fish she had succeeded in catching into a poorly made basket. The food would be good tonight, and if she was careful enough, she could pass on the thin bones to her siblings for their work.
The issue was that while her siblings and mother always smelled like the warm, earthy scent of leather, mud, and sweat, Shaalt smelled like wet lion and fish. But there was something about it that had called to her, and even if she wasn't as appreciated for her work as she wanted to be, it was still fulfilling to her.
Just as long as she didn't bring the fishy smell home. Easier said than done.
As she walked along the path towards home, her basket being dragged behind her, she paused near a tree to rub some of the itches out of her fur. She was also dragging her paws along the half-alive grass, hoping that the fishy smell would be replaced by earth, tree, mud...anything but fish. Heaven forbid her mother make another look of irritation at her for smelling up her workshop again. |
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 8:44 pm
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A couple more rubs, and at least Shaalt was feeling less itchy and slightly more....clean? Perhaps she would worry about cleaning up more before dinner, but at least she was a bit more presentable than she had been while working.
"Sassa!" the black lioness beamed, her blue eyes disappearing with her overly large smile. She pulled up her basket, ignoring the fact that a small tear was slowly growing larger with every yank. "I am, I got a few good fish today...one is pretty big, I think the bones will be worth salvaging for the family work."
She wanted to yank out said large fish to show Sassa but....thought better of it. With a careful few nudges, she did her best to shove back in the ripping edge of the basket and sat down near, but not too close, to her sister.
"How did you fare today?" she asked, hoping to exchange pleasant company.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 8:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:41 pm
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"Oooh...." That thought hadn't crossed her mind. Her bright blue eyes glanced down towards her basket, knowing that there was something of a tear in it, but it still worked. None of her fish had fallen out, even if they were peeking out of the tear a bit more than they should be...
"That sounds like a fair trade. I'll clean this fish the best way possible so you'll have the best bones to work with!" Granted, she would have to do it a bit away from home; sure, they had a place to work if they needed to cut their own skins, but fish still had its very distinct smell.
"And I can offer the rest of the fish to the family. That way they won't feel like they're missing out, and we don't have to eat gazelle meat again, like they seem to want to every night." Shaalt didn't mind variety, but at least fish had a different taste than the red meat of herd beasts.
"I just wanna see what you make with it before it goes to market," she added on belatedly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 7:22 pm
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Shaalt was known to drag her basket around to the market for the Farmadr to pick what may be worth selling off, or to use to barter for other choice bits of prey to bring back home to her skinnr family. But today, she just wanted to get home and rest. Celebrate the family over food, exchange stories of hard work, and sleep well. Working life wasn't easy, but she found it richly rewarding.
"I would love to return home with you by my side," Shaalt nodded, carefully placing her treasured large fish in the basket, trying to yank the still-wet rope higher over her shoulder so the basket wouldn't drag so much. "I am famished, and I think a meal would help inspire you. Nothing better than family and food to get you going." She didn't have the same expectations on her shoulders as Sassa did, more like none since she snugged her mother's trade for one that another house did better with, but...she could still sympathize, too.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 9:24 am
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