Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

It was decided. She was here to stay. For now, anyway.

Attention shifting to a new direction, she eyed him as he gestured toward a project he'd begun. Stone tumbling. One of the first things she'd ever learned to do.

Assessing the pools, quickly, something was noticed. Tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth, she reached forward and dipped a paw into the water and dug out a clump of small stones. You've got too many inside, for starters. She inhaled sharply, silently mocking the mistake that never should have been. 

Once the ratio of water and stone was settled, the real work began. Don't use too much grit, nor too much pressure... but still enough to get the job done. Steadying on her haunches, she reaches her forelimbs into one of the pools. She begins to demonstrate. Like this. Then, briefly, she casts him a look, assuring herself that he is truly paying attention.