mid-afternoon: Sanctity

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Having been unable to meditate properly, Zhaan moved restlessly around the whop, rearranging sections of herbs and oils. Putting the bath oils under the tea that went best with that activity, and dragging the stool over to the window so she could string up tiny white christmas lights.

If nothing else, she'll be determinedly seasonal. Not that her music choice was currently helping.