calm winds

[cumulonimbus]

Stormy sleeps the night in her hammock - it drizzles on her a little in the night, but she's dried out again by morning without having woken at all. She gets up and changes into fresh clothes and looks expectantly for breakfast. Today she's supposed to meditate and she doesn't really expect to like it but she supposes she ought to try with an open mind.

Comments

[whipstitch]

Mercy is making breakfast! It smells delicious.

[cumulonimbus]

"It's really nice of you to cook for everybody," opines Stormy.

[whipstitch]

"It's fun! And it's good practice!"

[cumulonimbus]

"I guess so. Whatcha making?"

[whipstitch]

"Pancakes and gloop. Blueberry gloop, to be specific."

[cumulonimbus]

"Gloop? Blueberry gloop. Sounds... gloopy."

[whipstitch]

"It's tasty gloop," he assures her.

[cumulonimbus]

"And it goes with pancakes or do we eat them separate?"

[whipstitch]

"It goes with 'em."

[cumulonimbus]

"Cool."

[calendarofcrime]

Rahi comes downstairs and sits very quietly at the table without saying anything to anyone. She looks tired.

[cumulonimbus]

"You look exhausted," says Stormy.

[calendarofcrime]

She nods.

"I didn't sleep well."

[whipstitch]

"So have some pancakes," says Mercy, delivering Rahi a plate with some pancakes accompanied by delicious gloop.

[calendarofcrime]

She smiles slightly.

[cumulonimbus]

"Do you have nightmares or something?"

[calendarofcrime]

She shakes her head.

[cumulonimbus]

"Well, I'm sorry you didn't sleep well."

[calendarofcrime]

"Thank you."

Pancakes.

[whipstitch]

"You want some pancakes too?" asks Mercy. "Here you go." He offers Stormy the second plate.

[cumulonimbus]

"Thanks!" Stormy noms pancakes.

[whipstitch]

Mercy continues producing them as the rest of the house wakes up and files in. He never actually sits down himself; by the time Niva has a plate in front of her, he has had his fill of pancakes and gloop snuck in between supplying everyone else.

[ignorable]

"Mercy, Niva, are you staying for meditation today?" inquires Sedge.

[whipstitch]

"Nah," says Mercy.

[allthebrightest]

"Double nah," says Niva around a mouthful of pancakes.

[cumulonimbus]

"You're going to go hit each other with sticks, right?"

[allthebrightest]

"Yep!"

[cumulonimbus]

"It doesn't sound all that meditative!"

[allthebrightest]

"It actually is! And it's fun."

[cumulonimbus]

"I wish I could try that kind, the sitting kind sounds boring."

[allthebrightest]

"Why can't you try this kind?"

[cumulonimbus]

"I'd fall over. I can't run or dance or climb things or do anything more complicated than walking pretty much. I can't even always walk without falling over."

[allthebrightest]

"Aww, that sucks!" says Niva. "Somebody should invent something to help with that."

[cumulonimbus]

"Invent something like - what? I don't get any better if I use a cane and I'm not in bad enough shape to need a wheelchair."

[allthebrightest]

"So, something that's not a cane or a wheelchair."

[cumulonimbus]

"Yes, but what kind of thing?"

[allthebrightest]

"I dunno! I'll have to think about it."

[cumulonimbus]

"Well, that'd be really cool."

[allthebrightest]

Niva beams.

[cumulonimbus]

Stormy's pancakes are all gone. She stays put, assuming someone will direct her to a place to meditate soon.