Zhuge Liang

Not even a week had passed yet since Zhuge received his present from the island, but already anyone keeping track of his whereabouts would have noticed that he spent a great deal more time in his hut those days than he ever had before. The island's atmosphere wasn't ideal for raising silkworms, and as a result, the process of making sure that there was enough shade and just the right amount of water was painstaking, time-consuming... but absolutely delightful.

Zhuge liked having a goal, after all. No matter how small or insubstantial, it felt good to be working towards something concrete. And, after having met with Jessica Drew, it quickly became clear to him that he wasn't the only person interested in raw silk and all of its curious properties. The worms were a little young to be spinning their best silk just yet, but the time for them was nearing, a few already wrapped in cocoons. His pigeons hopped around nearby, curious, occasionally landing on the mulberry bush and tilting their heads in unison, and in confusion.

"Give them room to breathe," he told them, hand waving slightly to ward them away. But it wasn't until he heard the approach of someone off to the side that the pigeons rose to the higher branches of a nearby tree, and Zhuge turned to see what had startled them.

"Ah," he nodded with a widening smile. "Hello, Cissie."