No mess, no stress

Sedna pottered about in the clinic area of the the home that had been built by Usagi, Kuroo and Raijin. Otis had scurried around cleaning the woven reed mats that had been placed down to make the place a bit more sanitary and she had taken the furs out to air. With the change of season upon them, a familiar uncomfortable tightness was building up under her fur and she pulled a face. Beru and Wari had already left, Rheum had plans to go exploring too and while she couldn't fault them for that, it would still feel odd to not have the small army of children underfoot, and an unfamiliar tightness was taking root in her chest. Was this how her mother had felt every time her own children had left the home?

She wasn't sure what Tate, Tachi or Fuji would choose to do as the weather turned wet, and the northern continent was set to warm, and she didn't feel brave enough to ask. They would tell her when they made up their minds. She wandered out to add a bit more wood under the kiln. She was sure Fuji had some more canisters in there baking.

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