While others might be having trouble adjusting to wiling away spare hours with nothing but green surrounding them, this little respite is almost as good as the Summerlands for Tanyuu. The cool shade under the trees and the fresh scent of growing things is a welcome change from darkened halls filled with living words.\
(Not that she had disliked the Anatheum, but...)
She spends little time lingering around the campsite, instead taking long and winding treks through the woods. Bigfeet and Mothmen tail her curiously, but other than a few amused glances she pays them little mind. Instead her focus lays on the other sort of life here; stooping beside a paticularly colorful flowering bush, Tanyuu reaches out to inspect the iridescent leaves with one delicate claw. Haruki almost immediatley dives into the plant with happy squeaks and chirps, and Tanyuu laughs at his playful antics.
"Seems these are in quite good health, aren't they?"
Apothecary | D67-68
The vacation doesn't last long, unfortunately. With a fresh infestation cropping up, her unique services to the carnival are once again required. It's somewhat embarassing to be missing a key component to this particular type of mushi purge, but the lack is easily remedied by some foraging--and, of course, the preparation.
In the middle of her family's small circle of tents Tanyuu has set up a drying station of sorts--a smoldering fire lets off an oddly aromatic smoke while racks of carefully harvested leaves lay soaking in the low heat. By nightfall all of these will be ground to a fine powder and added to the purge mixture and a special incense to be set burning in small braziers around the campsite. Coiled up by the fire, Tanyuu works on an already dried batch with pestle and motar, seeming serene despite the minor emergency...at least, until a fresh and glowing bloom of kaoriyoroboki forces its way out of the soil nearby. Her antennae twitch, and she levels an exasperated look at the innocent-looking mushi.
"Really now."
Dreams | D66-68
In a house in the middle of a barren field of dry grasses, a young girl sits in front of a low table. Clad in a kimono with hakama and haori, she reads from a scroll that spills across the floor, looping over itself to the point that there seems to be no end to it. he room itself is dimly lit, but around her is a soft light that seems to come from no source--just enough to read by, while still giving the feeling of quiet solitude.
When the door is slid open, she blinks and looks up curiously. The text on the paper seems to react to the presence as well, shifting and moving as if anticipating something. She smiles, and gestures to a cushion on the other side of the table from her--the invitation is clear.
Tanyuu Karibusa | OTA
While others might be having trouble adjusting to wiling away spare hours with nothing but green surrounding them, this little respite is almost as good as the Summerlands for Tanyuu. The cool shade under the trees and the fresh scent of growing things is a welcome change from darkened halls filled with living words.\
(Not that she had disliked the Anatheum, but...)
She spends little time lingering around the campsite, instead taking long and winding treks through the woods. Bigfeet and Mothmen tail her curiously, but other than a few amused glances she pays them little mind. Instead her focus lays on the other sort of life here; stooping beside a paticularly colorful flowering bush, Tanyuu reaches out to inspect the iridescent leaves with one delicate claw. Haruki almost immediatley dives into the plant with happy squeaks and chirps, and Tanyuu laughs at his playful antics.
"Seems these are in quite good health, aren't they?"
Apothecary | D67-68
The vacation doesn't last long, unfortunately. With a fresh infestation cropping up, her unique services to the carnival are once again required. It's somewhat embarassing to be missing a key component to this particular type of mushi purge, but the lack is easily remedied by some foraging--and, of course, the preparation.
In the middle of her family's small circle of tents Tanyuu has set up a drying station of sorts--a smoldering fire lets off an oddly aromatic smoke while racks of carefully harvested leaves lay soaking in the low heat. By nightfall all of these will be ground to a fine powder and added to the purge mixture and a special incense to be set burning in small braziers around the campsite. Coiled up by the fire, Tanyuu works on an already dried batch with pestle and motar, seeming serene despite the minor emergency...at least, until a fresh and glowing bloom of kaoriyoroboki forces its way out of the soil nearby. Her antennae twitch, and she levels an exasperated look at the innocent-looking mushi.
"Really now."
Dreams | D66-68
In a house in the middle of a barren field of dry grasses, a young girl sits in front of a low table. Clad in a kimono with hakama and haori, she reads from a scroll that spills across the floor, looping over itself to the point that there seems to be no end to it. he room itself is dimly lit, but around her is a soft light that seems to come from no source--just enough to read by, while still giving the feeling of quiet solitude.
When the door is slid open, she blinks and looks up curiously. The text on the paper seems to react to the presence as well, shifting and moving as if anticipating something. She smiles, and gestures to a cushion on the other side of the table from her--the invitation is clear.
"Are you here to tell your story?"