WHO: Sully and Fauna WHEN: Not sure yet! Afternoon WHERE: Fauna's house WHAT: Sully stops by to greet an old friend. WARNING: Likely none
Making soap was, ironically, very messy work.
And time consuming, but most people had no idea about the ins and outs of their daily higene, just that they slapped on their chemicals and went on their way. It was a shudder-worthy concept to Fauna, who believed it was a lifetime of those chemicals that inevitably rotted Rhona's breasts right off her body - so to speak. Cancer was an ugly, man-made beast. Real soap may not change that, but at least she could give people the option.
She was in the middle of slicing up a batch of apple and lavender blended goat's milk bars when a shadow flashed by the kitchen window. She paused, looking up to see nothing but a blond (and silver) curl that'd fallen in front of her eye. Fauna gave it a hard puff out of her face and went back to work, leaning her entire weight on the home-made cutter to slice through the twenty-pound batch. Could've been Ellie, she figured. No one else would be out in the wet sludge that'd been falling off and on all week.
Of course that's when the door started knocking. Ellie didn't knock. Ghosts rarely had to.
With a huff of effort, Fauna put her work aside and dusted her hands down the front of her dress, heading for the door. Mail man with postage bigger than her box? Or maybe it was Samuel from the shop! The older woman had a slightly goofy smile on her face when she appeared behind the aging door, strewn with yule herb decorations and the like, and though the smile fell a little when she found her guest was not the new friend she'd made, what replaced it wasn't disappointment, but thoughtful confusion.
She'd never seen this woman before... yet she undoubtedly knew her.
"What in the world..." she stammered to herself, though Fauna did find her smile. It was just a peculiar one. Especially when the realization clicked, and a bit of her breath was stolen away.