Lavai makes it back to the cabin first. While the work hasn't exactly been arduous there's something off about how they're feeling: hot, sensitive, a little breathless, with a surprising surge of energy that's left them feeling restless in a way that collecting samples of flora can't quite satisfy.
They loosen the neck of their loose linen shirt as they set their pack on the table, their shawl following shortly after to be draped over the back of one of the chairs. They need something to focus on — something to do with their hands, perhaps, beyond rummaging and clipping, and they hover at the tableside for a moment before deciding to arrange their vials in colour order.
Aisanka should be back soon.
They agreed to meet back at the cabin, after all, and if they've managed to get finished then surely Aisanka won't be far behind. As if anticipating her arrival, Lavai dusts off the worst of the debris from their skirts (they always end up stained and muddy after woodland explorations) and plucks a couple of flowers from their hair, keeping half an eye on the door as they make themself presentable for her arrival.
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Lavai makes it back to the cabin first. While the work hasn't exactly been arduous there's something off about how they're feeling: hot, sensitive, a little breathless, with a surprising surge of energy that's left them feeling restless in a way that collecting samples of flora can't quite satisfy.
They loosen the neck of their loose linen shirt as they set their pack on the table, their shawl following shortly after to be draped over the back of one of the chairs. They need something to focus on — something to do with their hands, perhaps, beyond rummaging and clipping, and they hover at the tableside for a moment before deciding to arrange their vials in colour order.
Aisanka should be back soon.
They agreed to meet back at the cabin, after all, and if they've managed to get finished then surely Aisanka won't be far behind. As if anticipating her arrival, Lavai dusts off the worst of the debris from their skirts (they always end up stained and muddy after woodland explorations) and plucks a couple of flowers from their hair, keeping half an eye on the door as they make themself presentable for her arrival.