never taught me how to drown

*Halo* · 05-28-2023, 05:43 PM

There's a skip in her step as they walk, a glimmer to her gaze. Comfortable here, beside him. Mortis was the one that made her feel like she belonged somewhere. She belonged here, she had a purpose and a place. Both of them are different, especially when it comes to the crew within the Armada. Halo is industrious, but she's too gentle. Far too gentle to stand among the ranks of the warriors, and he's the one that's never made her feel lesser for it. Embracing differences and all that-- Halo is grateful for it. She's grateful for him. Some day she'd tell him as much.

"It's a bit messy right now. I was looking for some echinacea seeds to give Sedna when she was up to visit and that made a bit of a mess, and with the lessons for the yearlings and the apprentices well... I may have fallen behind on keeping things tidy." Maybe a bit sheepish as she pulls back the deerskin door. After setting the pail down, Halo moved to tie the flap back, allowing light to flood into her cozy home. The jars were all laid out on the rough hewn table that monopolized the middle of the room. A cozy sort of clutter, the surfaces clean but not tidy. Your crazy aunt's home, filled with sewing notions and herbs, bits and bobs, healer kit and snacks and games. All the most wonderful things.

"I've been sleeping on that pallet across from the fireplace, but all of the shelves and stuff can be moved, you're welcome to pick out wherever you'd like and we can re-arrange however." It was a little nest, a few modest furs. Halo slept curled up tightly, she didn't need much, and it was just big enough that she didn't hang off on one edge or another. She set about beginning the bottling process, tipping each pail into the smaller jars first. They'd go quickly at market, and were the easiest to trade for. Mr. Raccoon was close behind her, screwing each lid on tightly as they went.

"Speech"

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never taught me how to drown

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