Pretty Little Things

ROSCORRO Almost done. Loops this here, tie of this there. The giant Clydesdale lay in the shelter of the Ultima caves. Seeking shelter from the terrible storm outside. Before him lay piles of vines, stones, and shells he had gathered in the rainforest and along the beach as he made his way to the cave. A little something to keep him busy while he waited for the worst of the weather to die down. Though it seemed like the rain would be a constant companion this season, it had its quiet spells and torrential tantrums. He had been within the cavern for several hours now, waiting for the constant drum beat of rain to ease. Though if it had within these moments he could have very well not noticed. So enthralled by his crafting that not much else was noticed. Intent upon the intricate and challenging weaves Roscorro was fully entertained. The tip of his tongue peeked out between his lips as he concentrated, working in the shells by carefully using his sharp claws to pierce small holes. It was a hard task, and he had broken several pretty shells. But he was a patient fellow and worked slowly and carefully until heh ad the needed amount of items.  He had then begun to set to work with the vines, tenderly, carefully weaving them together with his hand-like forepaws. he had to be careful that those same sharp claws did not cut his make-shift string. Lest he had to start all over again. For years this had been his only pass time, trapped within the caves of his kingdom. And so his fingers moved with a daft ease acquired by hours upon hours of practice. And so, with the passage of time the stallion had crafted a pretty necklace of shell and vines. Weaving the green plant fibers intricately together. Leaving one to wonder how he had managed to do so with the often uncooperative material. Let alone the shells. Though it was a fine piece of work it would remain ownerless, made simply because the stallion was bored. But that did not stop him from feeling pride as he continued to weave and work. Perhaps he would find someone to gift the item to. Though he knew not anyone that would want a necklace of this fashion. If Gwyn was here he would ask her if she would like it, but she was not. He was alone. It still stung greatly to think about his little charge and how she had vanished so perfectly from the world. It hurt so much that a frown temporarily touched his lips, until a particularly tough shell refused to go on his vine and he had to focus more fully on that. He was so focused on threading his vine through the hole in the shell, he did not notice the presence of another entering the cave. "Talk." I may not be the most important person in your life. I just hope when you hear my name, You smile and say "That's my friend!"

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Trial for @Eira. She has to destroy something beautiful.  Rosco is being her unsuspecting helper in this.

Oh the necklace looks something similar to this https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1puddQFXXX...Collar.jpg