Asahi grinds... in a slightly less methodical way than the others, diligent yes, gracefully?? No. Her movements are a little ramrod and jerky in her crushing of the yarrow. She would pause every few moments to focus on trying to mimic the others in their grinding and she'd do okay for another moment before there was an unwelcome clacking sound as she smashed the rocks together, missing the herbs. Her coordination had always left something to be desired, her siblings typically leading the way in growth and Hattori elegance. She was grateful when it was done, she liked the mortar and pestle at home more.
She perked her ears up as they discussed putting the herbs in the basin. She quickly scooped up the paste and dropped it into the mixture. Then went back and scooped up some more, making a face when some green paste clung to her white fur. Plopping it all in the basin she looked around for a puddle to clean herself in. The maze was full of freshwater streams. She found one nearby and dipped her messy toes into the trickling creek. She hated the feeling of the paste on her pads. Once clean she'd bound back to Jir and Ellara, flinging her paws about to rid them of the water.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
