I joined the brotherhood // My books were all to me

[magical_bosom]

Characters: Amber (magical_bosom) and OPEN
Date/Time: 25 to 26 August 2011, any time in the day
Location: Adventurers HQ/ the Bazaar/ the Farm/ Wellspring Island/ Section Two
Rating: PG
Summary: Amber goes about her day. Come bother her say hello? [ooc: Just jot down time and place for a thread, I'll go from there. ♥]

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Wellspring, early afternoon?

[wayofflowers]

The break room in the clinic was perfectly sufficient for relaxing and conversation with her co-workers, but with the summer warmth, Bellflower found in relaxing to retreat to the peace and quiet of the gardens behind the building. It was particularly interesting, now that she had seen her own gardens, to pick out what was the same and what was different.

Today, however, it seemed like she wasn't alone. The woman from the Adventurers' office - Amber. Bellflower gave her a small wave. "Good afternoon."

Afternoon on the *25th*

[magical_bosom]

Amber was simply passing through on her way to the southern reaches of the island, where all manner of flora flourished wild. The gardens attracted her curiosity, but they were tended and owned by someone, and so she would take her herb-gathering elsewhere. She had paused to admire a plant, never the less, when Bellflower's voice made her turn her head.

She gathered her skirts, stepped carefully around a flowerbed, and bowed her head in a polite greeting. "Good afternoon. How does the day find you? And while it is on my mind--are these gardens used by the healers? Their location suggests so, at least."

:3d

[wayofflowers]

Bellflower gave the other woman a bow of her head in response, and a warm smile. It was good to meet Amber again under slightly less trying circumstances.

"Well, and I hope the same for you. And yes, we use these herbs in our healing."

[magical_bosom]

While Amber was well aware that all manner of things were brought from the Wildernesses for the residents' use, she found it reassuring to learn that the Clinic also cultivated its own stores of medicine. She nodded, smiling her quiet approval.

"Then it is good I heeded my thought not to come picking through them," she said, not without humour. "Fear not--I shan't. There's plenty of wild plants to satisfy my curiosity in the woods."

She paused before the next question, but perhaps it wouldn't be overly forward to indulge her curiosity about this, too. "Only some share your extraordinary skill in the healing arts, then?"

Farm, whenever!

[crowsloveapples]

Apple was feeling much better after a week of (reluctant) bed rest. But having no real concept of a 'sick day', the child had worried about the animal shelter and his farm work constantly, even with gentle reassurances from Turnip and sarcastic commentary from Moon. So when the doctors at Medical finally declared him fit, he'd thrown himself back into his work enthusiastically.

Which was probably why he was currently pushing a wheelbarrow twice his size down towards the Main Barn. His wings were flung out behind him, fanning the air as though it could give him enough force to move the sacks of feed towards his precious animals faster. He cut a comical sight, even if he was occasionally dropping bits of dog food as he moved along.

Morning, 25th?

[magical_bosom]

The work on the Farm was, Amber was certain, far cry from whatever fields she might have tilled before. The multitude of machinery made the work vastly more efficient than anything she seemed to be able to compare to. However, weeds still required pulling, and fruit a critical eye to decide the proper time for picking, and so she was inspecting a crop of late-ripening apples when the noise of Apple's approach drew her attention.

She'd gathered that to some in the Sphere, the notion of children working with the animals and plants was strange; she found it perfectly natural to see them helping, though she also had a tendency to keep them away from the heavier tasks. Such as the task of lugging entirely too much animal feed across the yard.

"Whatever are you doing, dear?" She tucked the fruit in her hand into the fold of her skirt. "That's a burden for a grown man, and if I may say, you're no more than half the size of one yet."

sure!

[crowsloveapples]

Cooro looked up at Amber's voice and smiled, somewhat distractedly. "Hello!" It took twice as much effort to stop his wheelbarrow than it did to push it but he did so to be polite. "I'm bringing food to the Shelter." There was another restless flutter of his wings. "I really behind on my work because I was out sick last week." So clearly doing twice at much was going to resolve this.

He shrugged off the comment about being young and gave Amber a more cheerful smile. "But if I waited to be the size of a grown man I would probably wait forever." Literally. In the two years he'd been there he had grown not a single inch. There was no point in waiting for adulthood when it refused to come.

Especially when there were more important things to look at. "Say that apple looks really tasty!" Hint hint.

[magical_bosom]

Amber had to admire the boy's diligence in caring for the animals, but his methods left something to be desired.

"And what if I helped you to push the wheelbarrow? But next time, I would suggest bringing a smaller load at once even if it meant making more trips."

She quirked an eyebrow, amused, not put upon. She had noted his love of the early autumn fruit--and perhaps it said something that he'd even named himself after them. "Would you help me make sure of that? It's from one of the trees that are only ripening now."

Parth, afternoon of the 26th

[feathered_earth]

It was both hot and humid on this particular day, and Krile's visit to her garden was less about weeding or pruning than it was about simply going to be with the plants. She didn't care about any of the dayflowers or sorrels spreading themselves out around the roses and spiderworts

[magical_bosom]

The heat had driven Amber to seek the shade of the Park as well. Her small house faced south and had been outright stuffy by the time she returned from work. She had taken a few precious sheets of paper--brought from a vendor in the Bazaar, originating in a Wilderness--and her inks with her, but instead of sketching plants she had ended up napping on a bench in the slightly cooler shadow of an old maple tree.

As she stirred and took off the scarf she'd tied on her head to keep away the sun, about to re-fold and don it again, a bright young voice made her pause.

"Good afternoon!" she called back, gesturing for the girl to come closer if she wished. There was room on the bench for another, certainly, and one did not shun a friendly face.

[feathered_earth]

Well, why not? Krile rose and brushed plant litter off of the knee-high blue leggings of her ninja gear. Now that the woman answered, she did seem like someone Krile had seen before, in passing but not long enough to know her name or remember just where it was she'd seen her. But she did stand out in Krile's memory as being one of the older residents... not that she'd say it.

She headed over, feeling somewhat better when she crossed into the shade. Maybe she'd been in the sun a touch too long. Still, Krile gave the woman a pleasant smile. "Hi there. Are you taking an afternoon off?"

[magical_bosom]

Ah, now her face fit into place in Amber's memory. She was the somewhat unlikely proprietor of the Weapons Tree, where Amber had once visited to buy herself an ironshod quarterstaff. It might not be much of a weapon, and her days were mostly spent doing paperwork, not venturing into the field, but since recovering her memory she had wished to see how it fit in her hand. It had fit well enough, for all that her sprightlier years were unquestionably behind her.

"I'm trying to escape the sun," she said amicably. "The Park is at least a little cooler than the office. If my memory serves me right, you might be Krile?"

Early afternoon/Adventurers AQ

[stonyfaced]

Vimes felt out of place in the Adventurers AQ. When it came down to it, he really wasn't sure exactly what they did or why they did it aside from assessing the danger of the Wilderness or how they operated as a team. It was certainly an occupation unique to Edensphere. To Vimes, there was no enjoyment to be had romping around in a mysterious land that could change at the drop of a pin, but others seemed to enjoy it well enough

[magical_bosom]

Amber had, in truth, been quite absorbed in the report in front of her. The present one was one of those tricky Wildernesses that refused any kind of adequate qualification other than "changeable, dangerous". It did not help that she was by now convinced this strange realm was familiar. What sort of world did she come from if it boasted environs like that?

She had been compiling yet another outline (slightly more thorough than the previous one) on the Wilderness, jotting down recurring features and creatures Adventurer teams had encountered, when a gruff voice clearly still bent on courtesy startled her in mid-sentence. She lifted her pen and glanced up.

"Ah. Of course. Pardon me, ser, I was... No matter. If I can help you, I certainly will."

[stonyfaced]

Vimes noted now that it sounded like she was busy before he stepped in, but he shrugged it off easily enough. He'd never get anywhere if interrupting people bothered him in the least. Besides, it was only a quick question.

If the frequency of these empty wildernesses began to rise, he would have to call a meeting for his watchmen to prepare for the worst, he thought. Whatever the worst was, he didn't know, but he wanted them to be prepared to do their job and keep everyone as safe as they could even in a crisis.

"Do you know how many days those blank wildernesses have popped up this month?" He asked, getting straight to the point. It had stayed for fourteen days last month, he remembered, for as long as their visitors had been here. He resolved to check exactly which days they came up this month as well to see if it corresponded at all to the events of the Sphere. It was unlikely that he could find a correlation, but it was worth a shot.

/makes up shit about Adventurer procedures, hi

[magical_bosom]

"Yes, of course." She stood from her chair, smoothed her skirt with her hands, and went to a hand-drawn calendar pinned to a wall nearby. "Here. On all the days marked in blue, the Wilderness has been empty. So we have... a very regular pattern of every other day for the first two weeks of the month, then a week of a single, regular Wilderness, and now the two-day alternation has begun again."

She had not glanced at a clock in the last hour, at least. It was probably technically past her shift by now, but she had her own desk and could sit there poring over reports however long she wished. The office was a little somnolent these days, as the malleable Wilderness kept most field-worthy Adventurers out of the headquarters other than for the delivery of reports and resupply of equipment.