steep until str[o]ng | mixing herbs

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"Let the monsters all run wild"

ic text: she wasn't that familiar with the norwegian, nontheless padded towards the guru's medicine-cave thing. he seemed to be busy, muttering to himself in frustration, and she sat down at the den's entrance, quirking her head mirthfully and watching him work. it was fascinating, how he could navigate his way around all the plants so easily. they were neatly arranged, even. she wasn't tall but from her vantage point could see enough. twisting her head around to the pouch at her side, the female pulled out her notebook and a pen, opened it to a blank page, and began sketching. jar after jar, plant after plant. all came to life under her paws, forever etched onto the pages. she might need to add some color to it later on, maybe mix some crushed plant powder with water to get the shades she needed.

he began making something, adding honey into a boiling pot of water. he seemed so concentrated, so captured by his work, that he still didn't seem to notice her taking care to store his movements into her memory. maybe she could approach him and offer to help? unconsciously she was sketching again. his fur, matted with sweat from working over the flames. gently pouring honey into the boiling pot, light gleaming in his optics. around him was shaded save the glow cast onto his face, outlining his features. it was a nice image, one she was proud of once she had finished. carefully shutting the book and replacing it into her pouch again, she rose to her paws. not really being one to speak much she mustered the bare minimum of words. "plexus? can i help you?"

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