Once he had decided on a project, it didn’t take him long to begin on the work that would accomplish it; he had gone home the day he had met Sheba and spent the evening pondering the best way to fashion glass globes which would hang from the mane, and after making a miniature test bauble and some slender twine the day following that (now resting among his random bits and pieces in his root notch) he had gone to bed with great enthusiasm for this morning, when Sheba was to return to pick up her gifts.

As soon as the sun was in view he had been up and about, first fashioning the orbs themselves from his usual working stone, propping them up and keeping them from rolling off the surface with several long sticks he’d rested around the border of the stone. When he’d made three of the glass objects, satisfied with their thickness and color (he hadn’t tinted the glass to allow the color of whatever was in them to shine more obviously) and testing the diameter of their mouths with a few of his own stones. The rim would easily fit in most small collectables, including feathers and flowers and gemstones, and he hummed quietly to himself as he turned away from the baubles with satisfaction writ all across his features.

Digging his massive hoof into the soft earth where he had buried his driftwood, he pulls up a piece and drags it to the stone, finding the diameter of the branches too slender to properly plug the tops and sighing ever so slightly in the midst of his quietly mumbled song. Returning the improper piece to the hole he reburies it and uncovers another, dragging it to the stone and smiling happily to discover that it has a fair sized branch of the perfect width to fit snugly into the top of the glass.

Working quickly, he digs the point of his toe into the softened wood to create a dip which the wood should break along, moving up the length of the branch for each cork; after he’s sure the rivulets are deep enough, he applies pressure to the wood to break each one free. The first splinters horribly – too much weight to suddenly, he decides, and so more slowly he works on the next and most cleaning completing the last one. The corks are rough on each end but will be easy to grab, and if he understands the properties of the wood well enough, by wedging it down into the bottle while its wet, it should remain snug for the rest of the time she uses them.

He does so, still humming along as he squeaks each closure in place, quickly coming to the last few parts of the project with a smile splitting his face. Drawing his composure once more, he pulls the twine nearer to him and loops it about each to create ties, feeling weariness tug hard on him by the time the third hoop is sealed and ready to be strung through hair.

Attaching them as he had Ranjiri’s beads to his tail, he cleans up the remnants of his work (including reburying the wood) and moves out of his clearing and back towards the part of the wall he had met her at. He wonders if she’ll be able to find it, but decides that if she can’t, he will just walk the wall until he finds her; it doesn’t take much for him to locate specific locations along the structure, but he had also helped make it and had kept watch over its length since then. He understands that others not so used to their home might get lost, but hopes that he won’t have to spend too long searching or waiting with all this enthusiasm pulsing through him.

He arrives to the clearing in which they had met and waits with his smile soft on his face, careful not to swat at the flies with his tail while the baubles are tied into them.

@[Sheba]
OOC: Sheba at first, please, and then others are welcome into the thread if they'd like. He has finished the baubles! Be sure to post it to Character Record's Updates or its like they were never made. :)