siblings · bosmer-inspired · family · platonic · slice-of-life · woodland · protective · curious · cozy
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the broad leaves overhead, the sound a constant white noise in the humid afternoon. Inside the cramped storage pod, Farwen was conducting a ruthless inventory, her voice sharp as she called out items. "Three sacks of grain, half a jar of honey, and whose moldy boots are these? Honestly!" She tossed the offending footwear into a corner with a look of disgust. Saronor, supposedly helping, was instead captivated by a spider meticulously repairing its web in a high corner, droplets of water clinging to the silken threads. He held a forgotten jar of pickles, utterly still. "Saronor! The salt count!" Farwen snapped her fingers in front of his face. He blinked, startled. "Right. Salt." He put the pickles down and picked up a sack, peering at it without really seei…