cruising at a hundred

With the late morning sun streaming in through his bedroom window, and his door wide open to let the fresh air circulate, the titan busied himself with getting all of his ingredients and tools prepared. The marshmallow and boneset had been rehydrating in some fresh water for a night, and were ready to be put to use. The big stone mortar and pestle that he had pilfered from the pharmacy remained in his room- no one had called on him for liberating it from that dreary room, and so he was going to keep it until they did. He cleared a space in the middle of his room, kicking rugs aside to reveal the bare hardwood and shoving discarded volumes aside for now. The stone bowls he used to rehydrate the herbs were carefully set out in the open, a handful of ceramic jars were uncorked and set nearby for when the mixture was ready.

In typical fashion, the celestial beast made the last minute decision to set some fresh tinder in the fireplace, and snag the last two logs to set down. Rather than starting it with flint, like he did in the past, he wandered out into the hallway. No one was around. Well, the paralyzed girl was in her room, with her little badger friend probably eyeing him through a crack in the door, but that didn't count. Sauntering over to one of the torches set upon the wall to light the dark corners, he carefully removed it from its sconce and carried the steadily flickering flame into his room. Once he'd lit the tinder with the torch, he was quick to replace the torch upon the wall. No one the wiser, no harm done.

Once he had his own fire happily dancing away in his little hearth, he returned to the matter at hand. He bunched up the discarded rug under himself and tipped the excess water from his marshmallow cuttings into a spare bowl. Then he tipped the wet plant matter into his mortar and fit the heavy stone pestle between his toes so he could get to work.