Asahi was grateful for the quiet company. Doing something together filled the normalcy she needed. She shifted closer to her sister so their fur could brush against each other as if to seek her closeness for comfort. Weaving the bamboo strands together was methodical work and it was easy for her mind to drift at what the future might hold for them all.
The rim of the bowl was wide and made out of stiff thick pieces of wood. Asahi had tied some dried reed string together to wrap around the rim and attached the shallow crisscrossing of thin bamboo stalks to the rim. Creating a shallow basket that encouraged herbs to dry quickly in the sun.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
