Beautiful Mess

Sedna had trudged back to Tojo territory, tired and miserable. She still wanted to spare the other inhabitants of the bamboo her stink so locked herself into her workroom and allowed Otis to mix up a blend of herbs to burn and fragrance the air. When all that had achieved was to give her a pounding headache, she stomped her way down to the open air of the bay, making sure to set herself up downwind of Kuroo's regular fishing haunts. She had found a rare patch of shaded grass and flopped dramatically on her stomach, her chin flat against the ground, squinting distainfully at the seabirds that wheeled overhead with their incessant shrieking. The sun was too bright, but at least the lull of the waves bought her some small measure of peace.

“Speech”