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Arwena wakes as the morning sun warms her back, a breeze brushed up her thin-leaf blanket, her golden hair shining, she curled up quickly, attempting to warm herself under her own arms, tucking her legs to her chest. The sun barley peaking out of its resting point, the stars begin to ade out, and the wildlife begins to wake and rustle about.
Arwena looks around, the small clearing upon the riverbank was clear, the spring adding beautiful flowers, towering over Arwena providing shade, the grass new and fluffy luminous green, small lavender stalks pricked up, providing a perfect climb to see the clearing.
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Arwena was now fast upon her work, collecting twig, roots, food. Anything possible to make her temporary camp out. Mud streaked along her face, her hair pulled back with grass, her petticoat torn and ripped to make new stable clothing, her blue over coat was made into a pair of trousers, woven with twine, Arena's hands fumble and fast at work. With no turn off stopping. Her white petticoat was turned into a t-shirt, the access fabric used to make a tied bow on her arm. As she tied the bow nimble and carefully, she began on her new tasks at hand.
She picked up the twigs that she had collected, and carefully and efficiently tied them together , slowly building a tent structure, now finished she began to search in need of leaves to sew in order to make her tent suitable for long-fought rest. Arwena's hastiness is a perk to her species and craftiness is an extra sense like breathing air to a human.
The twigs begin to hold up more sturdy into a bony structure and Arwena drapes leaves upon the structure and then ties them down with the long stalks of lavender stems. It will make a good replacement for her precious sleeping situation. Arwena studies her structure and nods approvingly. Her journal sits under the structure which catches her attention and she picks up a dusty rock and writes....
Today is Second Sun. Today I have made a structure.
Could be doing better. Miss mom.
- Second Sun
Arwena's head begins to sear with a great headache as she lays down. The sun dipping its last colors in the sky. Arwena watches the colors fade to a dark blue night and she begins to drift off.
Second Sun.
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