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[For once, Asellus isn't in her room. She's out and about-- in fact, she's outside, and she seems to have set her Forge aside entirely and pulled her sleeves up over her elbows. She's wrist-deep in the dirt, actually, burying chunks of fish in the soil.
For a moment, she might be trying to grow a salmon tree. Except that she pulls back and bumps the Forge, and the frame shifts to reveal a wild rosebush. She's invested in what she's doing, looking abnormally serious even as she pats the dirt down over another chunk of fish and leans back on her heels, admiring her handiwork. The flowers are white, barely beginning to open, and for a moment, she just looks at them, her expression unreadable. Then she dusts her hands off and reaches for the Forge-- only to find it on.
With a sigh and an irritated expression, she picks it up.]
Bunch of voyeurs, all of you. [But she's mostly joking, and there's a bare hint of self-satisfaction as she shuts off the feed.]
For a moment, she might be trying to grow a salmon tree. Except that she pulls back and bumps the Forge, and the frame shifts to reveal a wild rosebush. She's invested in what she's doing, looking abnormally serious even as she pats the dirt down over another chunk of fish and leans back on her heels, admiring her handiwork. The flowers are white, barely beginning to open, and for a moment, she just looks at them, her expression unreadable. Then she dusts her hands off and reaches for the Forge-- only to find it on.
With a sigh and an irritated expression, she picks it up.]
Bunch of voyeurs, all of you. [But she's mostly joking, and there's a bare hint of self-satisfaction as she shuts off the feed.]