[ORP] Bonfire Finding Food Adventure

[fluorescein]

Fruit grove action 3/3

Not one to wallow in despair, Silhouette got up, fixed herself, and found a new blackberry bush to pick from. One that did not break her fall. But blackberries are juicy little things and she slipped once more and had another broken limb for her troubles. Lesson learned. She scuttled back black and blue.  

[fluorescein]

Roll 1d4 and match your roll to see what you find!
1 - You slip on some slick grass and twist an ankle. For the rest of this thread, you'll have a bit of a limp.
2 - The area is heavy with flowers, and you're fairly sure they're edible. They're tasty, anyway! You bring a bundle back with you.
3 - Someone has planted some radishes and gourds in this area. You can either take them, or leave them for whoever put the effort in.
4 - It's dry and quiet and you decide that, instead of scavenging, you'll just take a little nap. You have a brief, disjointed dream.

quiet clearing 1/3

All work and no play makes for a dull Silhouette. At best, she would be cheeky so she slipped into the sometime grey state of dreams for a slumbering spell. She snored softly, creating her own rhythmic whorl of leaves until a crease formed between her eyes and thoughts became more jumbled. I was a disquieting nap.  

[fluorescein]

2/3

She stretched and keened, feeling more exhausted than physically possible post-nightmare. Her tail twitched and she tested her footing with mild systematic stomps one by one. Silhouette looked at the descending sun and gathered it was time to go back to her original task at hand. She meandered for some time before making a surprising discovery: someone had planted radishes and gourds as they needed to be cultivated and were in a neat little pattern. Careful to not disturb the gridlike pattern, she continued onward.  

[fluorescein]

3/3

She may have been smack dab in a farm for all she knew. She passed several small clusters of gourds and radishes before succumbing to the temptation. The temptation started 4 mini farms back. And with each discovery, her confusion and loss of sense of direction grew while the nagging voice would not shutup. Gourds were lovely when roasted in fire. Radishes offered pleasant sharpness to round the mellow flavors of slightly charred food. And it's bound to happen that poaching would happen right? Perhaps they were planted for the weary travelers? Silhouette grew increasingly wary and reason finally won out. It was possible great disaster would befall her if she brought back these particular vegetables. Significantly, she could be cursed or even worse, socially she would be castigated if the kin responsible for these were at the festival. Slinking away, she made up her mind, squared her shoulders and sauntered back to the festival empty handed. Eh, she tried, but she got lost and was still very much lost. There was something about the air.