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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[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.