JUST A CASUAL STROLL
Athena finally harvests everything that she grew over the year, and really needs to calm down. How will she do that?
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November 2019 MAWP: "Your impim has finally finished harvesting the crop that grew over the last few months. Write about how they wind down, and what they plan to do with all of this new food! Do they cook? Preserve? Perhaps dry out and carve?"
Athena carries baskets full of crops on top of each other and struggles to open the front door a bit before finally getting inside. She falls forward onto her knees, the baskets fell out of her hands, thankfully landing upright, only a few things came out of them. Athena rubs her hood with a sigh, picking up the items and bringing them to the kitchen. She washes them, making sure not a speck of dirt was on any surface of the food.
Athena looks back at the remaining baskets, brainstorming. There has to be something she can do to calm down, she can't work like this!! It was already a struggle getting the harvest, let alone the time it took. She paces around her dining room table, scratching her chin. Ah, she knows what will help! A graveyard walk! That always helps her unwind.
She grabs her satchel, filling it with incense, crystals, freshwater in canteens, precut bread, a few coins, some cleaning tools, and many daisies. Just in case, she puts in a hunting knife and journal with songs and poems. Athena looks into a nearby mirror, giving herself finger guns. She laughs, dusting off her shoulders.
Athena picks up the baskets again, setting them into the kitchen before running out the front door and locking the door. She hums quietly under her breath, looking around for tracks or anything that may be lurking. Keeping her steps very wary and quiet, mindful of any bugs or something that may be underneath the ground, pulling up her hood. Soon she comes to the graveyard's front gate, admiring it for a second before peering in. She checks the visiting hours. Still open, thankfully.
"May I please come in?" She asks out loud, for no one to respond. A gust of wind went through the cemetery, Athena nodding to herself.
"Thank you!" The impim hums, creaking the graveyard's gate open. She looks down at her feet, making sure she was on the path. Athena looks around, fiddling her satchel open and taking out a small handful of daisies and some bread. She goes by every grave near her, setting them down.
"You are missed and loved, stay at peace." Athena quietly said to each grave as she carefully set the flowers down, attempting not to step on the graves. A small piece of bread follows and soon enough she places daisies on every grave. It was a relatively small cemetery.
She soon pulls out the journal, looking up and clearing her throat. Athena begins saying poems and various stories aloud, looking around. It was still barren, but the presence of spirits everywhere was growing onto her. Athena rolls her shoulders, hood ears twitching.
Athena then makes another round around the graveyard, cleaning dirt and dust off of every grave, picking up every piece of garbage, leaving no stone unturned. It was already looking so beautiful, so much better. Athena smiles, fixing her fluff. It was already getting close to night time... maybe she took too long harvesting things.
"Goodbye, everyone! Nothing follow me home, please." She waves to the cemetery, smiling wide. Upon closing the gate, she feels the same gust of wind. The witch shifts her weight, walking back home carefully. Nothing wrong there, no tracks, let alone humanoid tracks. Nothing too interesting sadly.
Athena finally makes it home, closing the door behind her and locking it. The feeling that she had fades away, feeling much better. She glances at the baskets in the kitchen. Athena sighs, setting her satchel up on a coat hanger.
Preparing the food for her friends could wait until tomorrow.