feels like magic - open; carving daggers

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? THEN YOU GOT GOOD VISION
BOY, THIS BEAT HITS SO DIFFERENT.

Though it was late in the evening the town was bustling with activity now that their drought had ended. Things were becoming much more lively despite their shortage of food and water but at least things were improving. It had rained again not too long ago and prey was finding its way back into the swamp. It took her a little bit given her state but she dragged in the corpse of two large wild board. She mainly caught them for something other than eating but she was sure that someone was into pork. Personally she didn't have a strong taste for it. When she settled the two corpses upon the pile for their food one would be able to note that something was missing. That something being their tusks. She had removed them not too long ago and had set them on the porch. They were important.

Turning from the food pile she then made her way to the porch where the tusks were and she picked up a sharp flat rock. Settling down she began to use that rock to sharpen the tusks. Grinding the rock against the surface as she hummed to herself. Making daggers was something she was used to doing, it was a pastime that eased her mind. The repetitive motion of it soothing. She was going to make two of these to give to Lucinder and Stefflon if they wanted them. Like with Ares she saw these as important for the children, so they didn't forget who they were.

— Reggan