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[attr="class","sun"]They Ought To

Believe In Themselves

Cruncher rubbed her hands together for an extra bit of warmth; Yandu's little caves always kept to brisk temperatures. Nothing a bit of coffee and some targeted shivering couldn't combat! The mender much preferred the sunlight afforded to her by the tree homes. Setting aside her leather canteen, she knelt down to flatten out the edges of the large quilt she'd brought with her; it was to be place for all of them to sit upon comfortably so that they might not need to worry about the cold stone floor of the cave. The quilt was adorned with various sun motifs and a border of tree silhouettes. Cruncher remembered not the person who'd given this to her, only that she'd received it many lifetimes past. The lantern she'd affixed to a particularly convenient stalagmite flickered here and there but provided ample illumination for Cruncher's place-setting tasks.

Little white cloths swathed each shortbread dessert, the lot of them all carried in a carved wooden box no larger than a bound book. Seeing the sweets' colors hinted at beneath the crisp crests and valleys of their soft wrappers elicited a giggle from the mender; she couldn't help just making plain little cookies; in each one, she'd pressed an edible flower atop of. Purple and yellow pansies made up the majority of the flower decorations, with a few other varieties sprinkled in as well. Cruncher looked at the setting once more and adjusted the stoneware cups to be equidistant from one another before she sat down, satisfied. Leaning somewhat to one side, the mender tucked her legs close and waited patiently. The early hours of the morning boasted a peculiar way of acting just like the onset of night, what with their shared show of darkness and low temperatures-- but it was the most convenient time for Xyan to meet, so here Sunshore was, early as always. "Everything sure looks to be in order," she said and smiled to herself, surveying the spread.