Skill - Curator
Amongst the dew-coated fields of Blushed Meadows sat Siobhan, fascinated by her latest find. At her tiny feet were a little set of bones. Not that she knew the difference, but they were that of a young rabbit who perished long ago, the porcelain skeleton now bleached by the sun.
With gentle pads, she moved them across the dusty sand, the ribcage and skull set aside for safekeeping while she looked to the rest with a curious eye. These would be her treasures, something she'd naturally hide from her siblings.
The thought of her kin may a soft snort pass from the young girl's nose, a ghostly smile pulling at the corners of her maw. No doubt they'd just break the delicate trinkets. After all, they were so brazen, rough, and tumbling here and there. Not that she herself couldn't throw a punch, but Siobhan prided herself on knowing when to pull them.
With gentle pads, she moved them across the dusty sand, the ribcage and skull set aside for safekeeping while she looked to the rest with a curious eye. These would be her treasures, something she'd naturally hide from her siblings.
The thought of her kin may a soft snort pass from the young girl's nose, a ghostly smile pulling at the corners of her maw. No doubt they'd just break the delicate trinkets. After all, they were so brazen, rough, and tumbling here and there. Not that she herself couldn't throw a punch, but Siobhan prided herself on knowing when to pull them.
