Bearclaw Valley don't deny what you feel, open up your mind

They set to the task, a soothing sort of repetition. Her mind does not wander while she digs. It is more like a meditation, these active projects of her, a way to soothe her tempetuous blood. She finds she does not mind the company either: it reminds her of the temple and her shared daily rites with the other priestesses. Fitting. 

Blondine's voice breaks across her empty thoughts and she looks up, eyes sliding from unfocused to a dreamy presence. "Thank you," she says, inclining her head. "I'm glad we'll both be able to benefit," she adds with a soft laugh, smoothing the sides of the shallow base with delicate pats of her paw. "I think this is a good start. We can expand if needed later, perhaps?"