"I like dragonflies. They're so fast! But not my favorite bugs really," and Vena would be quite happy to continue in this vein indefinitely but she can recognize wrap-up talk when she hears it. And she does also enjoy the work in here, and Lashan's close attention in teaching it to her. She'll wave before he turns away.
Lashan makes an exasperated noise, deliberately reaching into her irritation. "I'm not as decrepit as that, boy. Eat something, or do whatever else is an option in this rain." Food and rest are always part of healing, whether that's working the magic or having it worked on you, or just waiting for the body to recover. She would've told someone else that age go play - lots of teenagers would be annoyed - but really doesn't want to consider if Guts hasn't or doesn't, even by himself.
He can get something to eat, the refectory isn't serving right now but someone will give him something if he comes by. They are industriously preparing for the next meal and can spare him some probably raw vegetables and cheese or a bit of grain porridge. Otherwise the enclave is rather quiet, people mostly staying in shelter. The rain has gentled and lightened and is almost warm but it's hard to go anywhere without tracking mud or going through puddles.
There are some raised voices and yelling out by the stables. Quite a number of the younger Sisters, from small children to a few in their early twenties, have aggregated there. Little kids have been, and some still are, digging holes with sticks and making mud pies. There's a wallow full of footprints and deep indentations where girls had been wrestling, and those girls can easily be picked out by how absolutely coated in sticky wet dirt they still are. The major attraction, though, is that most present have divided into teams and are hauling opposite ends of a thick, knotted rope, shouting with excitement.
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Lashan makes an exasperated noise, deliberately reaching into her irritation. "I'm not as decrepit as that, boy. Eat something, or do whatever else is an option in this rain." Food and rest are always part of healing, whether that's working the magic or having it worked on you, or just waiting for the body to recover. She would've told someone else that age go play - lots of teenagers would be annoyed - but really doesn't want to consider if Guts hasn't or doesn't, even by himself.
He can get something to eat, the refectory isn't serving right now but someone will give him something if he comes by. They are industriously preparing for the next meal and can spare him some probably raw vegetables and cheese or a bit of grain porridge. Otherwise the enclave is rather quiet, people mostly staying in shelter. The rain has gentled and lightened and is almost warm but it's hard to go anywhere without tracking mud or going through puddles.
There are some raised voices and yelling out by the stables. Quite a number of the younger Sisters, from small children to a few in their early twenties, have aggregated there. Little kids have been, and some still are, digging holes with sticks and making mud pies. There's a wallow full of footprints and deep indentations where girls had been wrestling, and those girls can easily be picked out by how absolutely coated in sticky wet dirt they still are. The major attraction, though, is that most present have divided into teams and are hauling opposite ends of a thick, knotted rope, shouting with excitement.