(Yasha's been out collecting. She does this every so often because she found books in Kravitz's library that have loosely taught her how to take cuttings off of plants without hurting the plant itself. If she leaves a taking in a little jar of water on a sunny window sill, the cutting puts out tiny roots after a while. Then, she can put them into the ground and hope that they take. Right now, her room is simply a large cluster of jars that happens to have a bed in the middle of it because she is experimenting.
Beau is stretching outside of the house. Has she only just got up? Yasha's been out for a couple of hours; it's good to see her though, running through her familiar motions out on the sand. Yasha knows exactly where she's at in her routine. It's been that long, now.)
Hello.
(She's pretty pleased with her haul, so she's going to come and show Beau by slinging one of the straps of her tote-like bag off her shoulder so that she may peer inside. Her own leather wrap resides in her hair, twisted around a section of braid.) Look. I found so many different kinds.
ye e ah boy
Beau is stretching outside of the house. Has she only just got up? Yasha's been out for a couple of hours; it's good to see her though, running through her familiar motions out on the sand. Yasha knows exactly where she's at in her routine. It's been that long, now.)
Hello.
(She's pretty pleased with her haul, so she's going to come and show Beau by slinging one of the straps of her tote-like bag off her shoulder so that she may peer inside. Her own leather wrap resides in her hair, twisted around a section of braid.) Look. I found so many different kinds.