it's not your act of creation

[beautifullies]

Who: Claire and closed starters + opens
When: September + October
Where: her house in Solvunn, the Horizon, will add more locations as needed
What: An open where Clarie discovers she can control bees (up to 30 ft), an option to bake bread or garden with her, eventual questing, a handful of closed starters and more!
Warnings: Will update as needed
Notes: Please feel free to match the brackets or switch to prose, tag with your heart. Assume wildcarding is on the table, just message me first or hmu on plurk @ babybananas w/any ideas!




look how cute, how adorable, how perfect

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[furibund]

[ She makes a face - like she doesn't quite understand waking up to see flowers. Maybe it's because it's not something she's considered. It reminds her of something - a time that's a literal lifetime ago and she snuffs it down. ]

What you mean is "quiet from people." [ She counters. ] The commune's noise is just that loud, but those sounds don't go away when they're awake. The whole forest is noisy.

[ it's not quite a complaint... but it might as well sound it. as someone who's hearing is usually better than others. If she's supposed to take it as wariness, she doesn't, not this time. Mostly, because to her, there's always so much noise. ]

[ "Night owls," the other woman says and she chooses to ignore it. ]

Nebula.

[ Her name. Lilac eyes frown without frowning as she says wryly: ] I'd say I wouldn't want to impose, but I've learned around here the immediate answer is to do it anyway.

[beautifullies]

[ Claire chuckles as she puts her mug on the table in front of her; she likes this person already. Straight to the quick of it. ] That's exactly what I mean. [ She does offer a little more context. ] When I was a trauma surgeon in a busy hospital, I often pulled the night shifts. Others hated it, but the middle of the night could have some of the worst injuries to fix.

[ And that's what she loved to do, to fix people. She had a reputation, once Doctor Randall was assigned to you, everything would be alright. She only lost one patient under her care in the 60s. A Scotsman she'd felt an instant connection to, widowed, with a fatal allergy to anesthesia. He'd haunted her for weeks. ]

I grew accustomed to being up late into the night, and the city was always loud, always bright. [ Claire nods into the general darkness before looking back at Nebula. A beautiful name, she thinks to herself, offering a small but genuine smile. ] I prefer the forest noise. And it's nice to meet you, officially.

[ Opening the thermos in front of her, she uses the top as a makeshift cup, then pours what's left into her own mug for a top-off. It's a black tea, blended with dried apple pieces, hibiscus, cinnamon, ginger, clove, cardamom and rose hips. ] This a new blend. Not quite autumnal, but getting there. If you'd like honey, I can get you some.

[ As she hands over the thermos, Claire gestures to the bee houses with her free hand, where the bees are lying dormant for the night. ] If I didn't want you here, you wouldn't be. Though I haven't regretted one visitor yet in my time living here, so I'm feeling good about our odds.