honey bear

Corbie had had a busy morning so far. She had a batch of mead ready to rebottle, but the sheep had been nothing but trouble since the sun went up. They'd finally gotten them driven into one of the enclosures just to keep them out of trouble. She'd retreated to where she kept her mead supplies just over the border into the dancefloor and was looking forward to relaxing and getting work done. She pulled her fresh bottles and corks out, as well as the big jug that was ready for bottling. She had water about to come to a boil in a fire to sterilize the bottles - it needed only a few more moments time.