[center][h3][color=pink]Daria[/color][/h3][b]Location: Tower Dorm Room[/b]
[b]Interactions:[/b][@Zinita][@Cotton][/center]

The leopardess frowned a little as Yon seemed genuinely unsure what ice was - as someone who hadn't been in the Federation a lot she understood what it felt like not to understand the world around her ... though Yon's situation seemed worse.

Daria shook her head at Yon's comment about the bath.  [color=pink]"Not running.  But if clean ... I would swim."[/color]  In her tribe they had understood that water that didn't run was far more likely to be dangerous - she'd heard discussion of explanations of this from the more civilized folk and of their ability to clean non-moving water, but she simply knew good practice from the chiefdom.

She then showed the stick she was carving to them - they'd see 'v' shaped notches on each side, and then she pointed to one of the windows' holes.  [color=pink]"With Canvas or Leather to shed the rain and wind."[/color]

Her eyes looked at the birds - and all the leftovers from their presence.  [color=pink]"Probably tasty.  And I don't want to live in bird dung.  Maybe we should get rid of them?"[/color]  Daria raised an eyebrow at them, looked at her knife and seemed to judge it for a second.  She then closed her eyes, took a breath, and waited for a chirp.

[i][color=pink]There.[/color][/i]  The other two would see one of her cat ears adjust to the direction of a chirping bird, a knife burying itself in the bird's midsection, and a clump of feathers collapsing to the ground as it fell out of a tree some fifteen feet away.  The clump twitched for a second and then went still.  [color=pink]"Dinner?"[/color]