[settle down for 7 minutes rest]
Hold strength in your heart, hold strength in your heads and in your head, and strength will be with you forever.
That was one thing Kira knew, could repeat if necessary, an edict told to her, time and time again, that those who were strong would prosper and thrive, rise up and conquer, had risen up and conquered, and there she was, rising up...but she would not conquer. Not conventional things, simple things, the boughs of wood before her, the sticks and twigs that she would bend and twist and make into what she wanted them to be, now that was conquering she would do.
A grunt, as a drop of sweat rolled down her forehead and neck.
For what was not the first time, she thought that it would be easier, simpler, if she had two legs, to go with her two hands, could do this while kneeling rather than sitting, and not have to put up with the ache that never left her.
Green, she would think of shades of green, to distract her, not a lot, but just enough to keep her mind on task and help her remember them all until she could make them. Hang them in her doorway, and from her ceiling, and teach others how to do the same.
Olive, jade, pear, tea... The branch in her hand snapped, taking with it part of her temper and calm.
"Blasted ruins of hell," she cursed at the branch, frowning readily, narrowing her eyes steadily at it, and wagging her finger. "Just couldn't give a hand, could you?"
[[ooc: kira is attempting to make herself a loom, and thus crafty (or pseudo crafty types) welcome. open to all really, and she's actually in a fairly sweet mood...if you're not a branch. ST/LT, the usual welcome. :D]]
That was one thing Kira knew, could repeat if necessary, an edict told to her, time and time again, that those who were strong would prosper and thrive, rise up and conquer, had risen up and conquered, and there she was, rising up...but she would not conquer. Not conventional things, simple things, the boughs of wood before her, the sticks and twigs that she would bend and twist and make into what she wanted them to be, now that was conquering she would do.
A grunt, as a drop of sweat rolled down her forehead and neck.
For what was not the first time, she thought that it would be easier, simpler, if she had two legs, to go with her two hands, could do this while kneeling rather than sitting, and not have to put up with the ache that never left her.
Green, she would think of shades of green, to distract her, not a lot, but just enough to keep her mind on task and help her remember them all until she could make them. Hang them in her doorway, and from her ceiling, and teach others how to do the same.
Olive, jade, pear, tea... The branch in her hand snapped, taking with it part of her temper and calm.
"Blasted ruins of hell," she cursed at the branch, frowning readily, narrowing her eyes steadily at it, and wagging her finger. "Just couldn't give a hand, could you?"
[[ooc: kira is attempting to make herself a loom, and thus crafty (or pseudo crafty types) welcome. open to all really, and she's actually in a fairly sweet mood...if you're not a branch. ST/LT, the usual welcome. :D]]