Gathering in the Hut

[ChosenSavith]

The Main Hut used for general gathering and sleeping is a simple affair at the moment. Large leaves, pilable branches, small saplings, and the like fashion walls to protect from any sharp winds. Woven like a large basket, the hut is not regularly shaped, not round or oval or square. Rather, the walls meander about a mostly clear spot in the treeline some distance inland from teh beach. There's an entry way, just wide enough for three elves standing shoulder to shoulder, before it opens into the main area. Three palms stand in teh middle of the main 'room' in a not quite evenly spaced arrangement. Somewhere centered on these palms is a large central bonfire, ringed in flat slabs of rock, piled four high and mortared together with moist sand.

OOC: As this is a general living area, you are welcomed and encouraged to make changes to this area's description in game. Please RP your modifications, then send a mail to any of the Crew Members to update the description on this first posting.  

[ChosenSavith]

OOC: By your request, I here by move it to night time. We'll assume the shelter gets at least partially constructed during the rest of the afternoon by anyone that wants to say they helped, a fire gets built (either manually or by Senior Flamebutt over there), and a few more edible things are found to roast.

As darkness deepens, little star-cousins drift out, dancing around the ferns and the fresh water. Off in the tree line, crickets and other bugs chirp and sing. Owls and wolves alike hoot and howl, and fruit bats flutter from their protected caves out into the night sky. The stars twinkle merrily overhead behind the haze of moon dust and debris from the celestial collision above. Only a sliver of the cracked Mother Moon is visible.

Savith sits at the edge of the hut up on one of the low tree branches, as far from the firelight as he can get without being completely absorbed by the shadows. His back is against one of the tall trees being used as a support post of the make-shift hut (which no doubt will get built into something grander), and one leg is bent up toward his chest, the other leg hanging freely down from his perch. He's eaten lightly, and drunk the fresh water from the crisp cool waterfall near by that had no doubt been brought into the hut.

He didn't rest as much as he would have liked this evening, seeing as he was helping with the lifting and moving, so he takes the time now to lounge and recover. He's... waiting... and sending privately.  

[Llune]

Llune is flitting about, as Llune does. She did her part today, helping weave together the leaves and the like for the hut, specifically weaving large parts of the roof, so that there would be little chance of a surprise leak later on - Llune's a master of waterproof weaving.

She made a number of baskets, some to hold water, some to hold the coconut milk, some for ladles, some for holding flowers or fish or knick-knacks. They're of complimenting colors, with little pictures of the cove and the moons and elves of alternating heights along the edges, all woven into the design.

Llune has also taken the time to weave sleeping mats to suit each member's size for everyone that would be staying in the hut. She didn't bother with blankets, as the leaves would make for itchy blankets, and the weather outside was unseasonably pleasant.

It wasn't much, but the hut was starting to look like home. There were baskets of food-stuffs in a sort-of-corner, sleeping mats scattered about, a bunch of full bellies, lifted spirits, and now Llune was beginning to decorate! Somehow, amidst all the huzzah of hut-building and supper making Llune has put together garlands of flowers she collected while gathering materials for the other items she made. Of yellow and orange and white, the garlands are being placed around the trunks and branches of the support trees and over the shoulders of unwitting members of the "tribe."

Llune is a vision, her orange and green gown hidden beneath the garlands of flowers she's spreading about. She's all smiles, full and happy, as she passes out the pretties to all. Even the bonds have been decorated with the flowers, though it would be a wonder if they stayed that way for long. It seems as though everyone is happy and all ill feelings have been forgotten, at least for the time being.

Llune hums gently, old songs, songs whose origins this ancient elf can't even remember, songs her mother's mother taught her when she was young. The flicker of the fire in the fire pit plays with shadows along the woven walls of the hut, a soft breeze rattles the leaves in the trees outside, and the soft humming (gee, is she accidentally doing it in a send or something too?) seems to reach every member's ears.  

[Llune]

Llune giggles at Peyote's pose, then continues humming, loudly enough for anyone to hear. What a pretty elf! Llune will have to get the things together to make her a new dress... How to find out her favorite color... How to figure that out... Hmm....

"Oh, Peyote, that is just lovely! What's your favorite color?" Llune asks, a master of subtlety.