[ There is the faintest twitch of Claire's lips in a supressed smile. ]
Sorry, I didn't know I'd partnered with a comedian.
[ She wonders why no one worries over him, and if it has anything to do with being able to disappear and reappear seemingly at will. If he can do that, what else?
Stepping further inside, Claire is immediately drawn to the herbs and flowers hanging upside down near the hearth, dried out and ready for grinding or steeping. Some of them are familiar, but she can only guess the uses of others based on what they smells and look similar to. There's a black kettle, and Claire peers in, finding the remaining dredges of what must have been a meal. Not much, and the kettle isn't large. A final meal? The thought passes through her before she can help it, and she pushes it aside. Michael's words about Josselyn being relaxed in her home seem to be supported by the signs of supper, just finished. ]
I want to speak with others who knew her best, find who she most often spoke with, and if she was particularly close with some elders over others. There's very rarely a person who knows nothing, sees nothing.
[ It could be that she wandered out into the forest, not meaning to stay gone. It's then that Claire begins to look for a basket. ]
If she were going out to gather, she would take something to carry her fare in. Do you see anything like that anywhere? If so, we could likely rule out foraging.
[ When he finds a door first, Claire makes her way over and studies the pattern. ]
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Sorry, I didn't know I'd partnered with a comedian.
[ She wonders why no one worries over him, and if it has anything to do with being able to disappear and reappear seemingly at will. If he can do that, what else?
Stepping further inside, Claire is immediately drawn to the herbs and flowers hanging upside down near the hearth, dried out and ready for grinding or steeping. Some of them are familiar, but she can only guess the uses of others based on what they smells and look similar to. There's a black kettle, and Claire peers in, finding the remaining dredges of what must have been a meal. Not much, and the kettle isn't large. A final meal? The thought passes through her before she can help it, and she pushes it aside. Michael's words about Josselyn being relaxed in her home seem to be supported by the signs of supper, just finished. ]
I want to speak with others who knew her best, find who she most often spoke with, and if she was particularly close with some elders over others. There's very rarely a person who knows nothing, sees nothing.
[ It could be that she wandered out into the forest, not meaning to stay gone. It's then that Claire begins to look for a basket. ]
If she were going out to gather, she would take something to carry her fare in. Do you see anything like that anywhere? If so, we could likely rule out foraging.
[ When he finds a door first, Claire makes her way over and studies the pattern. ]
Does it look at all familiar?