─────────────── 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚗 ────────────────── ─ ─────────────── 𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚎𝚟 ──────────────── ─ ─ she/they || 24 || starflower/sandalwood || personal tent || no current tags || mentions bear
█ ██║
█ ██║
█ ██║
raccoon had slept well the night before, though not for long, which wasn’t all that uncommon. she couldn’t help her internal clock, forever tracking the rise and fall of the moon in the sky and dragging her along with it. despite the few hours she managed every night, the brunette was brimming with energy every day, to be used for productive means or wasted on silly pranks and jaunts down to the nearby river to search for shiny things and nick nacks to bring back to her friends. she’d had no dreams the night before, simply blinking in and out of the unconscious world without really getting any purchase on the paths she saw stretched out before her. it wasn’t concerning - there was no reason for her to be chasing after the advice of the old ones as of late. they were settled in well into their current camp, there weren’t any parties coming up that she needed to attend yet - always yet - and the worst thing that had happened to them thus far was someone’s tent falling in on itself during the process of setting up. the brunette snorted at the mental image that graced her at that recollection, muffled shouts and the crashing of wooden poles against one another as bear shuffled about in concern.
xxx
speaking of bear, she needed to discuss the meal plan for the next week with him at some point. they hadn’t eaten as a group yet, but the pleasant aroma of spices and warm meat crawling through the air at a leisurely pace was an assurance that they would soon. raccoon didn’t want to repeat bear’s dinner for the next day, it was her turn after all, and she liked to plan out the week anyway. there were plenty of dishes they could pick from, and if set up correctly, they could expose the children to the proper nutrients throughout the week without overusing the same ingredients. adjusting her grip on the worn handle broom she had put together several moons ago, raccoon continued to bat the dust, dirt, and dead bugs off the outer layers of her tent. no one particularly cared about appearances here, minus one or two that should really just get over themselves - in raccoon’s opinion - but it was nice having a tidy space for herself. of course it wasn’t really tidy, but she chose to ignore the overflowing bags and wooden boxes of journals, old quills, and empty ink pots scattered about the floor. it was a necessary mess, and one that raccoon considered organized chaos. it may not be the prettiest to look at, but she knew where everything was and where it belonged was where it currently resided. the few times moose had tried to help her “clean up” she had bristled and batted at him with this very broom until he had stumbled out of the tent in a clear retreat.
xxx
the young woman paused, knuckles turning white around the broom. oh, moose. she missed him dearly, but she couldn’t waste any more tears on him. the best she could do was continue to keep an ear out at the nearby village’s gossip circle and the noble parties. crying had only put her several steps behind. she hadn’t been very productive those first few days. sighing, the brunette let go of her tool and allowed it to droop against the canvas of her tent. She could come back to this before the moon fully rose. it was hard to believe the day was already coming to a close, but she’d been quite busy throughout the hours, gathering flowers and herbs to dry for the coming change of seasons. speaking of which, she nudged the bundles hanging in her entrance with one finger, testing the strength of the string they were threaded upon. normally she’d use an animal bone and stronger thread, but she was short on both. hopefully there were some of the former left over from dinner she could bleach and store for next time. raccoon planted a hand on her hip as she examined the swaying lavender and clover. things were certainly good, but there were little bits and pieces that could definitely be better - in her opinion.
xxx
the ground beneath her bare feet was still warm from a sunny day, but not uncomfortably so, and she shifted her weight occasionally to dig one heel deeper into the soft earth, then the next. she wasn’t going to get much done just standing her reminiscing about people gone missing and a lack of supplies that she could easily snatch from the table or some sorry shopkeeper's trash heap. she needed something to do, her list of tasks for the day had long been exhausted - minus beating at her tent with a broom, but that could always be left for another day - and she was slowly beginning to feel that spark in the base of her spine. the spark that would slowly travel up to her mind and only spelled out mischief and trouble for others. the longer she let it simmer the more she’d feel the urge, and she was getting too old to be giving into it as frequently as she did. raccoon dragged one sharp-nailed hand down her face, heaving another sigh. maybe she could update her journals.
