[06:01] ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone): hums softly as she slips from the gates long before dawn, cly moves down along the path with basket in hand as she heads on down to the fire circle, she wanted to surprise all by fixing fresh baked larmas, like she used to make upon her home world,for they resemble the apples theres, the wind from the Thassa blew in between the lands, sending the scent of morning and salt as she approaches the large larma tree, smiling seeing how fresh and ripe they are as she moves to the closest branch, humming to herself as she picks them, inspecting each larma makingsure none were bruised as she places them within her basket, gazing up one in a while to see a fishing boat with Jarls and bonds passingby she waves to them before continuing her task, when her basket was full, smiling with pride she picks it up and carries her treasure back up to the gates, heading towards the bakery, se believes she would wash and set several out for any desires to have them while the rest she prepares to make te tarts and baked larma treats
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