Busy with making pottery, it was only on the third day after the day he met that group of sub-beasts that Walter finally got to see Kaelen.
"Kaelen, look at this quickly!"
Walter carefully opened his basket and held up a piece of fabric woven from grass fibers in front of Kaelen. Kaelen took the fabric, unrolled it to look, and couldn't stop uttering "holy crap" consecutively in his heart. How long had it been? A little over a week! Yet this Avian tribe group had already successfully woven fabric?
Kaelen's gaze shifted towards Walter, filled with admiration. Walter scratched his cheek shyly:
"I didn't make it, the uncles in the tribe did. They followed your drawing to make the wooden loom, then found a type of plant with a drawing similar to yours, and twisted it into thread to weave this fabric."
