OOC Daylight. Orin's cottage in the Treetop Terrace. Orin in Optime. Back dated to December 6th, if that's ok with you Lullaby? 400+
As nature cleaned up shop Orin began to feel like she should do the same. Just as she did every year, Mother Earth delivered a cleansing winter. Some might not think of the harsh season so positively, but Orin knew that this time was important for the world to cleanse and renew itself. Sure, the weather was quickly becoming cold and would probably soon deliver relentless storms and flurries, but it also was useful in wiping out the old, dead plants that were suffering and deserved to finally be at peace – as well as it did for some animals. Winter was long but when spring finally rolled around it would all be worth it. They would have a fresh, beautiful, verdant land thanks to this purifying season.
And if any right minded wolfess wanted to survive a tight winter she needed a tidy home. Orin wasn't very good at keeping house. She liked strange things and collected trinkets and didn't care where she put them. She didn't have a good eye for sorting things in her treetop cottage like a human might have. The woman had been much better at this when she lived in the book store, because there things were already in a place so it was just a matter of putting them back in their place. Here it all relied on her, so everything’s place was just wherever it happened to be at the time.
Besides all that... keeping busy was a good way to prevent thinking about something that was looming over her. Orin hummed softly to herself as she stared at a shelf, knowing it should be sorted but having no idea how it could be made better. So she started with the first thing she could think to do; pull everything down. Minutes later every trinket that was on the shelf was scattered all over her floor, but far up there on the top shelf she could see a dusty old jar.
“Hmm...” She cocked her head wondering how she would get it, and what was inside. Well, a challenge like this never stopped Orin before! Her fingers grabbed one of the boards and she stepped up, climbing the unit like a ladder until she could see the highest shelf easily. “Ohhh...” she breathed to herself as she spied the pink gel like substance within the cloudy jar. She retrieved the jar and hopped down, rubbing some of the dust from the surface as she stood in the middle of her living room and stared at it.
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