Open Post: Hard at Work

[sporesprouter]

Yes, Tress might have been up late charting stars, but that doesn't mean that she can't get up at dawn to start doing other work on the continued Operation Get Us Out of Here.

So it's barely light outside when she tucks herself into an out of the way workroom that she's decided to repurpose as a sprouter's workshop. She doesn't have much in the way of spores, just what she arrived with, but that was no reason not to use some. What was the point of hoarding a potential resource? Sitting on something that might be able to help? Not a great idea.

So she currently sits at a table with some supplies laid out carefully before her, carefully taking water from a bowl in front of her with an eyedropper to some pink-red spores and shaping the crystals that spring up from them with a small iron shield-shaped plate and a steel trowel. She's working slowly and incrementally, but several finished spheres sit on the table away from her active work.

On the floor to the side of the table are several full drinking water bottles that she found and commandeered, knowing they'd come in handy if she decides to move on to her next idea.

For now, though, pink crystal spheres.

Comments

[wickedwit]

So as not to disturb what looks like delicate work, Claudius raps lightly on the doorframe to Tress's workshop. "Lady Tress," he says in welcome. "Am I interrupting?"

[lightbearinglord]

Ah, barely light outside. The perfect time for a wandering Lan Wangji, wide awake but with his husband still abed in their chambers, to find his way to Tress. His behavior when first they met was poor, bordering on rude. He regrets that, although he was in significant distress at the time.

"Young mistress Tress," he says from the doorway, soft and even so as not to startle her.

[sagramore]

Sagramore is assuredly not a "get up when it's barely light outside" sort of person, so he visits her rather later in the day, knocking the doorframe as he pokes his head in. "Squire Tress."