K'luha had not been herself the last twelve days. She had been silence almost and cold. To those that knew her, it was a sign of a great deal of pain. Even to her precious daughter, she had been distant. Mostly, she took a great deal of time weaving or leather-working in her tent. And when she was not crafting, she was sleeping.Â
That sun-baked afternoon she sat once again silent beneath the shade of her tent. Skilled fingers weaved cloth quickly and precisely. The huntresses were always in need of new clothing, new bandages, and such. Weaving out simple undyed cotton fabric was always useful for the tribe, and along with the small stack of fabric she'd already weaved, she continued on another longer piece of the material, meant for bandages.
That sun-baked afternoon she sat once again silent beneath the shade of her tent. Skilled fingers weaved cloth quickly and precisely. The huntresses were always in need of new clothing, new bandages, and such. Weaving out simple undyed cotton fabric was always useful for the tribe, and along with the small stack of fabric she'd already weaved, she continued on another longer piece of the material, meant for bandages.
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