Sona stared intently into the waves that crashed ash.ore, observing as they retreated back and repeated their cycle once more, sometimes getting very near to her feet, on which she wore her favorite black sneakers.  The sun beat harshly on her, and she panted, soon feeling the need to escape the blistering heat.  She knew well that she couldn't take much sun before she burnt to a crisp, due to her pale skin that would never tan, as much as she wished it would.

Into the lush jungle she wandered, hiding in the filtered shade of the tropical trees.  The sound of gushing water could be faintly heard in the distance.  Sona followed her ears, leading her in a zig zag through the trees and vines that speckled the surrounding area.  It was only minutes before she arrived at a brook, the mouth of it opening into a pond.  A waterfull above her flowed down from the higher terrain, crashing into the pond and creating a current.

After a few moments of taking in the fantastic scenery, she decided to build herself a home.  She first took four strong yet short braches, cutting them to the perfect length with the knife she conviently happened to have, then using a vine to bind them together.  She repeated this three more times, so she had four clusters of branches.

Sona took these clusters, and one by one, she inserted them into the ground with great force.  She struggled a bit with this.  The clusters served as a foundation, and gave elevation, which was necesary unless she wanted bugs and other creatures inviting themselves into her new home.

Now, led by her imagination, which she relied on quite a lot, the eager girl began to build the main structure, picking out only the branches she deemed the best.  She tied them together in a rectangular formation, making sure to use extra braches on the floor for support.  She realized she'd need walls and a floor next.  She glared around, her eyes locking onto a patch of insanely tall gras.s.  It was nearly as tall as herself, and she stood at roughly five foot three.  Careful not to rip any, she picked a pile of the gras.s.

With decent swiftness, she began to tie the gras.s together end- to -end, finishing with a rope of it.  She then tied one end of her rope to the main structure, wraping it continuosly around the perimeter of the structure, tieing it off when she got to the end.  She had more than enough to cover the whole thing.  Now it was time for a floor.  She took a pile of thick braches and carved them into planks, which turned out a little rough and tattered.  Carefully, she placed the planks into the bottom of her hut.  She had to get on her tip- toes to do so.

A peculiar tree caught her eye, a tree with branches that had long leaves which fanned out gracefully.  She just knew that these leaves would make the perfect roof.  With excitement, she began to saunter towards this tree.

"Ahh!"  Sona suddenly tripped over a loose tree root, plummeting into a patch of thorns.  "Oww..."  She whimpered, laying in defeat in the cluster of briars.

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Sona tried to smile, but it came as more of a grimace.  "Yeah, I'm fine."  She replied, happy that someone was actually talking to her.  She slowly broke free from the tight grasp of the thorns, being scritched and scratched in the process.  She was thankful that her long- sleeved shirt hid this, though.

She figured that Angel had better things to do than talk to her, so she slowly wandered her own way, up to the tree that had stolen her attention before.  Using her dulled knife, she loped off several of the branches, selecting the ones with the most leaves.  She piled them into her arms, taking as many as she could hold.  She occasionally glanced back to see if Angel was still there, grinning politely.

When she estimated that she had enough branches to make an at least half- decent roof, she dragged her armfull back to the half built structure, having to stop and reclaim an occasional stubborn branch that would escape her grip.  She took some more of the vines, which were an abundant resource in this area, weaving several of them around the leaved branches so the branches were all bound together.  She now had her finished product, a flat foliage roof that looked almost perfect in her eyes.

She tied this roof onto the top of her structure with precision, aligning it very carefully.  She steeped back to admire her home away from home, when she realized something.

"Oof.  I forgot to make an entrance."  She sighed in dismay.

Angel had made a home, or, nature had made a home for her. It was in the face of a cliff, more like in it. A large opening, in the middle of it, it was always covered with gr*censored*, and some wildflowers. There was some stone, too.

 Angel had grown a little more friendly towards this girl, but, decided to stay back, because of her shyness.Angel just stood there, trying to decide what to do. Maybe she should go? No. That'd be rude. Angel looked at the albino female.Her bangs fell in front of her face. Angel slowly brushed them back.

Angel had already placed some stones for Sona, if she needed them. She looked around. A certain familiar sight caught her attention. She walked over to the small bush around a tree. She picked up a hollow sticj, with two holes in it. It looked like a flute. She turned back to the albino girl. " D-do you need any help?" came her shy voice.

"You.... want to help.... Me?"  Sona looked suprised, as if this were a rare occasion, and it indeed was.  Her pale face lit up like the night sky on the Fourth of July.  She quickly noticed the stick in the girl's hands, as.suming it was an instrument by it's appearance.

"What kind of instrument is that?"  She asked, clearly interested.  "Do you play it?"  She was trying her hardest not to seem annoying.

At the same time, she lifted one of the stones Angel had offered her, using all the strength she could muster to move it to her hut.  She didn't want to look weak, but it was awful heavy, and she was nearly all tired out after moveing just one stone.  She dropped the stone and, with a thud, it took it's rightful place beside her new home, sitting tall and proud.

Sona glanced back to Angel, making sure she hadn't left, and then back to her hut.  "How to add an entrance..."  She muttered to herself, then deciding she would figure that out later.  Pivoting, she spiraled back, her glare meeting up with her guest's.  She waited for a reply about the instrument.

Sona smiled with appreciation.  "It's perfect!"  She exclaimed, taking a long gander at her makeshift house.  It was about then that she heard soft foot steps, and turned, sightly startled.

Her eyes caught sight of a boy, who looked to be a little older than herself, walking her way.  She noticed his silvery blonde hair, and thought it looked rather dazzling, unlike her own plain white boring hair.  But what was that in his arms?  After closer inspection, she realized that it was a fox, one that looked to be fairly young.

The pale- skinned white- haired girl stood hesitantly, unsure of what to do.  Finally, she showed a small grin.  She didn't speak a word, however, as she figured he probably didn't want to talk to her.

Sona simply smiled at his generousity.  Her glare focused on the fox, she found him adorable, the way he was small and fuzzy.  Her apartment didn't allow pets, so she'd never had one of her own, though she'd always wanted one.

She wasn't feeling to hungry, but was feeling quite grimy.  "I'm gonna go wash up..."  She stated, walking toward the pond.  When she arrived, she stared down into it.  "Do I...  Take my clothes off...?  Or do I bathe with them on?"  She questioned herself, unsure.

She didn't want someone to accidently stumble upon her skinny dipping, but on the other hand she didn't want to get her clothes all soaked.  That'd be cold, especially since the night was approaching and it would soon cool off.  Hesitating, she unclothed herself, setting her garments to the side and drifting into the pond.  A soft mist arose from the surface of the water, due to the temperature difference between the warm water and slightly chilly air.

She began to wash the oil out of her hair. Thank goodness it was fairly short, otherwise she'd have had trouble.

Niccolai noded and moved over to where the wood was, setting Todd atop the pile after gathering a few sticks. "Be a good boy," he told the creature gnetly, shifting the wood in his arms to pet the young fox's head. Then he moved to set to work on the fire are, setting the wood down to go gather rocks of generally large size and place in them in a circle. He arranged the sticks how they should go, then settled down and set to work on starting up the fire, his blue eyes focused on the task.

After a good fifteen minutes, he let out a joyful little...almost squeak-like sound as the fire sparked into life, crouching down to carefully start blowing on it to make sure it would catch the other pieces of wood. Soon enough, he had a good fire going and had a grin on his face as the fox he rescued padded up sit beside him, his head tilted as he stared at the fire. Niccolai chuckled, lifting a hand to stroak the little fox's head. "Well, we have fire."