spring cleaning
spring 18 intellect seasonal
Professor
08-08-2022, 10:24 PM
The raid hadn't gone over well in her mind. She had arrived late to their home being infiltrated by pirates and then didn't even last ten minutes before a grown man screwed up her left heel! Well, it wasn't that bad, but the bandage wrapped around it with the antibacterial salve pressing into it was enough to make her walk a bit funny. With the way her mind was racing and focused on what she wanted to do with her life and the way she frantically cleaned her hunt, though, she didn't notice.
Moving things from room to room in a way that hardly seemed to make sense, the place was hardly any cleaner than it started. If anything, it was just reorganized in a way that didn't look organized. Various papers with her attempts at writing on them, samples of herbs and liquids tucked into little vials, and even more things just stacked around. It was almost like she was trying to clean out a room before moving the things that belonged back in, only she wasn't focused on cleaning and only her thoughts. So instead, stacks and piles of things laid about that certainly didn't belong where they sat.
Had she not stopped to sneeze at the dist lifting, she probably wouldn't have her the tapping at her door. She blinked a few times before moving towards the front of the house and opened the door, surprised to see her mother standing there. Widow was anything but presentable at the moment, with dust covering her disheveled coat, medication and blood seeping through her bandage wraps, and her hut a complete and total mess. She was lost for a moment at the door, unsure of what to say while her mind drug itself out of her thoughts and into the present.
"Hey, Mom!" She was happy to see her mother of course, though to say she was happy to see her right now was a different story. Having not thought about who might be at the door when she answered it, she had simply opened it without a second thought of who might see the mess. "Is everything okay?" She asked then, wondering if there was a reason she had come to see her. Healing wasn't her interest, but it wasn't like she didn't know at thing or two. If something had happened, Widow would certainly step up, though she had a feeling nothing was wrong. So what had brought her by?
1236/1500
"Speech!"
Art by SkeletonDragoness & Code by Skelle 2022
Moving things from room to room in a way that hardly seemed to make sense, the place was hardly any cleaner than it started. If anything, it was just reorganized in a way that didn't look organized. Various papers with her attempts at writing on them, samples of herbs and liquids tucked into little vials, and even more things just stacked around. It was almost like she was trying to clean out a room before moving the things that belonged back in, only she wasn't focused on cleaning and only her thoughts. So instead, stacks and piles of things laid about that certainly didn't belong where they sat.
Had she not stopped to sneeze at the dist lifting, she probably wouldn't have her the tapping at her door. She blinked a few times before moving towards the front of the house and opened the door, surprised to see her mother standing there. Widow was anything but presentable at the moment, with dust covering her disheveled coat, medication and blood seeping through her bandage wraps, and her hut a complete and total mess. She was lost for a moment at the door, unsure of what to say while her mind drug itself out of her thoughts and into the present.
"Hey, Mom!" She was happy to see her mother of course, though to say she was happy to see her right now was a different story. Having not thought about who might be at the door when she answered it, she had simply opened it without a second thought of who might see the mess. "Is everything okay?" She asked then, wondering if there was a reason she had come to see her. Healing wasn't her interest, but it wasn't like she didn't know at thing or two. If something had happened, Widow would certainly step up, though she had a feeling nothing was wrong. So what had brought her by?
1236/1500
Art by SkeletonDragoness & Code by Skelle 2022
