[Day 187] Take my fate in your hands

[hellpyre]

Who: Rin and Yukio
Open: Closed
When: Day 187
Where: Tower Apartments
What: Rin has a gift for her recently arrived little brother.
Format: Action
Warnings: Rin, as always

( We've got a lot that hasn’t even began )

Yukiiiiioooooo~

If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?

[earthandpine]

Who: Rosethorn and anyone
Open: Wide open!
When: Day 187
Where: All around the Bastion. (Farm and Kitchens in particular)
What: Rosethorn harvests plants, takes over the kitchen for medicine making, and searches for fabric. Green fabric, specifically.
Format: Prose preferred, but either's okay! (non-smalltext also preferred at the moment)
Warnings: Sometimes sharp-tongued/tempered

Rosethorn spends her morning making trips between the farm and home, gathering ingredients. She can be caught at any point of this repeated journey, always with a roughly woven sunhat on her head and basket on her arm. The tasks are familiar, even if she still wishes for Discipline cottage and her own garden.

Come midday, the Kitchens don't smell bad, exactly, but if anyone's trying to sniff out lunch, they might be disappointed. Rosethorn has several pots bubbling away on the stove, cutting boards piled high with chopped plant matter, and none of it's good for you unless you're sick. It's medicine-making day, and the resident lady plant mage has taken over the kitchens. She's working in batches too big to manage in her tiny kitchen. Rosethorn works with the brisk ease of someone who's performed these tasks for years. She smiles at the pots on the stove, breathing in their scent. It's soothing, and Rosethorn knows better than to prepare anything that's dangerous to breathe in a communal kitchen.

Once she finishes with her medical projects, it's time for a quest. Rosethorn needs fabric. Her robes are beginning to become threadbare, and given they symbolize her religious dedication, she's understandably reluctant to lay them aside for any existing clothes. She'll be asking if anyone knows where she might find some, and she's willing to offer trade if anyone has dark green cloth. Lark and Sandry would be dismayed by the state of Rosethorn's clothing.