[Granted it has only been a couple of months since she was forcibly dragged forward in time, but in that short period Ziio had almost forgotten how it felt to have the sun upon her skin and to be out in the fresh air, surrounded by the sounds of abundant wildlife and smelling something other than wet concrete and fumes.
It is hot; Ziio has peeled off as many layers of her clothing as she can and is moving about in the forest on silent feet. Of course there's not an awful lot of challenge in gathering inanimate objects, especially when one has spent all their life learning how to track and hunt things that at least provide a challenge, but it is still fresh air, and there is still much here that she can take for herself- some hard flints that will surely prove useful are surreptitiously slipped into a pouch she has fashioned from some of the superfluous burlap and soon joined by supple young branches that could be used to make a bow- but the business of gathering clays and rocks is tedious and she would rather ignore it in favour of hunting.
And so she does. She spends the time stalking for prey in the undergrowth or setting traps.]
You people are all prudes; Day 2 [B]
[With the gathering done the day before, Ziio takes some time to relax by the water, and while initially she had merely bared her torso and sat basking in the sunlight, it soon became apparent that, for some reason, it was deemed to be unacceptable for a woman to walk around as bare chested as every other man wearing ridiculous, small garments on their lower half. Grudgingly, she had been chastised by someone into adopting something to wear, which explains why someone might happen across an irritable looking Mohawk woman in a particular garish, hot pink two piece.
She finds it strange to be wearing garments with someone's face on them, and even stranger when she can't help but feel she's seen that face before...]
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[Granted it has only been a couple of months since she was forcibly dragged forward in time, but in that short period Ziio had almost forgotten how it felt to have the sun upon her skin and to be out in the fresh air, surrounded by the sounds of abundant wildlife and smelling something other than wet concrete and fumes.
It is hot; Ziio has peeled off as many layers of her clothing as she can and is moving about in the forest on silent feet. Of course there's not an awful lot of challenge in gathering inanimate objects, especially when one has spent all their life learning how to track and hunt things that at least provide a challenge, but it is still fresh air, and there is still much here that she can take for herself- some hard flints that will surely prove useful are surreptitiously slipped into a pouch she has fashioned from some of the superfluous burlap and soon joined by supple young branches that could be used to make a bow- but the business of gathering clays and rocks is tedious and she would rather ignore it in favour of hunting.
And so she does. She spends the time stalking for prey in the undergrowth or setting traps.]
You people are all prudes; Day 2 [B]
[With the gathering done the day before, Ziio takes some time to relax by the water, and while initially she had merely bared her torso and sat basking in the sunlight, it soon became apparent that, for some reason, it was deemed to be unacceptable for a woman to walk around as bare chested as every other man wearing ridiculous, small garments on their lower half. Grudgingly, she had been chastised by someone into adopting something to wear, which explains why someone might happen across an irritable looking Mohawk woman in a particular garish, hot pink two piece.
She finds it strange to be wearing garments with someone's face on them, and even stranger when she can't help but feel she's seen that face before...]