Ryn and the Misadventures of her Rather Large Mediocre Hat; Magic Strainer! Part 3: Electric Boogalthree!

[Ryn]

She’s gotten into this habit now. sort of.

rubbing sleep from her eyes, Ryn fetches her magical strainer.

she places the strainer atop her head.

until she reaches the circle, it will be a hat.

she grabs her chalice of water and she sets off.

wait. no.

that’s not right.

she turns around.

she grabs her bottle instead, putting down her chalice.

She sets off once again.

people are laying outside on the field.

she hollers off where she’s going, and makes her way into the tree line.

then lysanders grove,

then the earth circle,

then the green corridor,

where she then meets her bubbly boiling circle.

it’s quite warm.

she takes a swig of her water.

she gets started on the first point.

at least it isn’t very humid out.

time flies.

the first point is done.

now the second!

siftsiftsiftsiftsiftsift

great! were making headway.

the second is done.

scoopscoopscoopscoopscoop

and now the third is done!

gluggluglugglugglug

Ryns water is very refreshing.

siftscoopsiftscoopsiftscoopsift

that fourth point was easy as pie.

scoopsiftscoopsiftscoopsiftscoopsift

fifth one down, i guess all of the points are sort of similarly easy as pie?

there isn’t any sweat on ryns brow, but she wipes it anyway.

she throws back the rest of the her water.

it is water-refill time.

also, it is time to consume 3 clementines, and hand off the “bad slices” to whomever is sitting closest to her.

but before that,

she owes the circle. it’s feeding time.

she extends an arm to the circle, and it tethers on.

she places fourth 5 states, and feels as the circle draws them from her.

eat up, buddy!

bye bye buddy!

she makes her way back to the inn.

she leaves the green corridor,

and meets the earth circle,

lysanders grove,

she emerges from the tree line,

passing the field,

as she enters the inn.

there are three clementines on the counter.

she just starts with one.

she hands the fruit off to a friend for them to peel it.

as she eats the slices one by one, she comes across the occasional bad piece.

Who the fuck put seeds in these? Why?

That slice goes in the bad pile, to be eaten by someone else.

someone else takes them.

someone else eats them.

no one else seems to really mind these seeds.

they just spit them out like its no problem.

atrocious.

Ryn discards the peels of her clementines, and heads off to a nap.

The circle has been fed and maintained, and she has eaten her breakfast.

every box has been checked, so it is time for a nap.

15 minutes, no more, no less.