The days blended into each other seamlessly, and Yarrow barely paid them any attention. It was easy, when one didn't have anyone to pay a call on or speak to. He made his way through the caves anonymously, silently, hardly trying to be unseen, but gaining that result nontheless. In some matters is was good - he hardly knew how to behave around others - but in others it was difficult. As the days passed and his scrawny limbs grew longer and more adept, his voice grew quieter and more broken, hardly able to produce a sentence without a stutter or two thrown in.

It hardly mattered when the voice went unused in the quiet of the caves, but still. It was a matter of principle.

So he quietly mused to himself while he sat amongst the comfortable leaves of the jungled forest, warm and homey to his small frame. He'd taken a couple of tall willow reeds from Cetus and had taken to weaving them together along with some flowers he was sitting amongst here in Eridanus. It calmed him explicitly, the process of creation, as nothing else did.

But today the willow reeds were being difficult, too young and spry to stay in place. They wanted to be free and stand straight, and nearly refused to bend. He sighed a little under his breath - he'd have to pick older reeds next time, ones that were already leaning.

After a little while, he picked up the reeds again, pursing his lips while he bent them into shape. The strands of flowers rested neatly in a pile net where he sat, white blooms mixed with pale periwinkles and little yellow daisies. He felt rather brutish in his treatment of the reeds - they were becoming bent at some points, little white marks in their stems communicating his failure. Yarrow felt bad, but he still wanted to keep trying.

This time the reeds cooperated with him, and with a happy smile, he made his first circle held tremulously in place. This was the difficult part, he knew; he needed to add more layers and keep weaving into the circle so that, when the reeds eventually dried out, they would be strong.

At the same time, his mind started to wander. What was Gigatsuhali up to right now? Would she like this flower crown he was making?