<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/e74b6b77-008b-49a2-8c78-ce6bab7f6126_zps50f84067.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Naegge' yaas Naat<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ne'iine<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax Outskirts just shy outside the village<br/><strong>When: </strong>W/e time it is<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Nae paused in his chiseling and turned an ear over his shoulder. If it hadn’t been for the deer skin fold over his eyes, she might have seen his brows pressed together in mixed emotions: confusion and uncertainty. Help? What did she mean by that? Did she mean to help him with the totem because she sympathized for him or did she want to learn how to make one? Her question hadn’t been the latter and Ne’iine didn’t seem like the type to pity him. His musings made him feel uncomfortable. Pity...he disliked it. It was another reason why he didn’t frequent the village. The Tikaan of the Nadecki clan may have been friendly, but they pitied him. Nae, whether his judgment was right or wrong about her, didn’t want to offend her.<br/><br/>Setting the hammer and chisel down, Nae stood and stepped clear of the log. He started toward the woods and informed, “I am going to rest.”<br/><br/>He would return to the totem later and hopefully finish it without interruptions.</span>