I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info
Ever since the explosion, Lessa had spent a lot of extra time hidden away in the medical treehouse. Most of the injured clanmates were already better, and though there were cases like her own, who were still healing, it seemed the road to recovery was straight ahead. The marten hadn't taken much of a break. Her sides were bandaged, hiding the healing wounds and her broken ribs from view, while her prosthetic legs were fixed up by her father. During her time inside, she started experimenting.
The shaman had never been particularly interested in making tea before. However lately she was finding some clanmates took to drinking herbs as tea better than eating them. An idea slowly came to mind, and the marten slowly set up a small blanket outside the treehouse. Then she brought out a small tea kettle, and some empty cups. The drink was just some simple chamomile tea. Hopefully it'd be to her clanmates' liking. "Hey, does anyone... Want some tea?"