The large gray crinos, Espen, can be seen walking into the forest in the morning. He returns a hour later with two large stones, about the size of basketballs and quite smooth. He takes one and breaks it in half. He examines the pieces for a moment then breaks one half into smaller pieces. Looking slightly disappointed, he goes through them again, brightening up slightly. He then joyfully breaks the other half the same way. Taking some of the smaller stone pieces he starts to rub them on the untouched rock in a certain pattern, putting them in his pocket as he continues.
Espen then takes his long sleeved shirt and begins to cut it into pieces. He takes a rather large piece and begins to cut small holes into it. Using strips from the rest of the fabric he begins threading it all together. His finished product is a small cloth bag which he begins to put the other small stones he disregarded before. He then cuts another cloth into an odd shape with two thin ends and a wide middle. After this, he putts his knife away and shoves the rest of the things into his pocket, tying the sack to his belt loop.
The time now being the afternoon, Espen moves toward some of the fallen palms. He searches for long branches, cutting the leaves off and collecting them. When he has around eight, he moves back to his spot from before, pulling out his knife and cutting off the sharp edges and whitling the tips smooth. A couple hours later after these are all complete, he takes out the scraps of his shirt and cuts long pieces from it, wrapping them tightly around key points of the bundle of palm branches and tighing them off. Once finished, he bends it to see it's strength and flexibility. He then gets up and grabs a vine. He ties the vine to both ends of what seems to be a make shift bow. He pulls it back for a moment feeling it's taught, then stops and lets it slowly back into place. He pulls off the vine and stares at it for a moment.
"This won't work..." He mutters to himself and then stops to think. He sits and ponders for a few moments. He eyes then open and he gets up abruptly. He walks to the nearest kinfolk.
"Do the intestines of the boar remain? Did everyone eat them?"
The kinfolk replied as a negative. Espen hurries quickly to the leaving of the beast, taking the leaves of the palms he had cut and placing them on the ground. He grabs the ropy innards and places them on the leaves quickly and gently, before pulling them over to the main housing area. He then gathers sticks and branches from the forest and brings them to his grizzly treasure. He then makes a rack from the sticks and his remaining cloth. He puts the intestines on these, spreading them out and making sure the sun hits them just right.
"Yes... This will do."
Sat Aug 27, 2011 8:33 pm
