Characters: Bridget Frostheart, open
Rating: PG (for now)
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Her cabin
Day and time: Saturday, 25 June, just after sunset
Status: open for multiple threads
There was a certain sound that could be made when an industrial person refused to settle on what they'd been given. The night before Bridget had been busy in another way, and that had resulted in picking up a rather nice pile of dead trees near the cottage she'd woken up in. It hadn't exactly been difficult to find them in her examinations of the valley, and now she was taking off the limbs she didn't want with a small saw. Of course she could have cheated, but there wasn't really that much time saved, and it was a good workout. Later on when the noise would be an issue, she'd move on to doing something else, but for now... So what if she was in a black dress and sleeveless tunic covered in flakes of bark and sawdust? She had a nice pile of leafless tree limbs and useful logs that was growing taller bit by bit.
Rating: PG (for now)
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Her cabin
Day and time: Saturday, 25 June, just after sunset
Status: open for multiple threads
There was a certain sound that could be made when an industrial person refused to settle on what they'd been given. The night before Bridget had been busy in another way, and that had resulted in picking up a rather nice pile of dead trees near the cottage she'd woken up in. It hadn't exactly been difficult to find them in her examinations of the valley, and now she was taking off the limbs she didn't want with a small saw. Of course she could have cheated, but there wasn't really that much time saved, and it was a good workout. Later on when the noise would be an issue, she'd move on to doing something else, but for now... So what if she was in a black dress and sleeveless tunic covered in flakes of bark and sawdust? She had a nice pile of leafless tree limbs and useful logs that was growing taller bit by bit.