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As the sun set on the archipelago, the ocean’s breeze harshened to a biting wind. Rosemary’s paws darted over the sands as she was willing to endure the discomfort of grains between her toes, just so her toes could enjoy the last warmth which was, even now, seeping out of the beach. One set of her eyes focused on navigating to the Capricorn Tavern, while the other watched her levitating basket.

The ocelot jumped up the tavern’s entry stairs. Her forked tail smudged the chalk sign, though it still legibly read, Tonight, after sunset, weekly tasks and tea! Hosted by Rosemary.

She entered and shut the door against the wind. Only once she set her brewing kit on a table did she relax, sighing in irritation as she picked one of four paws off the door and shook them off. But it was a futile effort, for the hardwood floor had accumulated so much sand that it dirtied her feet as much as walking on the sands.

Still, the Capricorn Tavern was a nice place to rest. Her treehouse lacked a fireplace, and she enjoyed the cozy fire burning on the far wall.

“Oh, what a bother it is to be social,” Rosemary huffed. She settled into her chair and set to work using her telekinesis and elemental abilities to: boil the water, transfer the water, and seep the leaves. It wasn’t a great rush to her; once sunset arrived, she was sure there’d be a bit of an activity flurry, but everyone would settled down once they got their tasks—perhaps even leave–but if they wanted to chat over tea, well, that was why she brought the tea.

PEACEFALL

peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

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The aroma of lemon and ginger seeped into the air as the water transformed into a soft yellow. The dried lemon slices expanded to press against the glass. When Rosemary’s inner counting hit three minutes, she removed the strainer and placed it onto a bowl to minimize the mess.

Then, she noticed Loki and Sorbet had approached her table. She blinked and nodded her greetings, convinced she was smiling when in fact her mouth hadn’t so much as twitched. She poured three cups of tea, one for each of them, and thought over which tasks suited Loki and Sorbet as she telekinetically spooned honey into her cup.

“Indeed, I’m giving out the weekly tasks. I decided it’d be nice to give them out over tea, though, since it’d seem a bit rude of me to start barking orders the second I emerge from my hermitage.” Her tail-tips flicked in amusement as she paused to warm her pawpads against the mug.

“Hmm, Loki, what do you think about doing some work in the Temple? There’s surfaces to be dusted and floors to be swept, but I think the patients might appreciate some wintertime decorations. Like paper snowflakes?”

“And, for you, Sorbet… how about you hold a class teaching candlemaking? It’s not that difficult, really—especially if you already have wax—and I’m sure some people are missing the long days. There’s nothing much anyone with seasonal depression can do besides burn a bunch of candles.”

PEACEFALL

peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

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Rosemary’s tail-tips curled happily as her crewmates enjoyed the brewed tea. Hopefully their enthusiasm for their tasks would stay while they were completing them–the ocelot knew all to well the optimism of trying something new, only for it to be boring and irritating in reality. Still, she didn’t want to jinx anything by saying anything, so she nodded in encouragement. “Wonderful, I’m glad I’m not as rusty at task allotment as I feared.”

As Boots came over, the smaller pair of Rosemary’s eyes drifted to him. Her tail flicked in greeting as she poured him a cup of the hot lemon-ginger tea. “Of course you can get one, you’re only the third here.” She raised a paw to her muzzle and tapped her chin as she thought it over; given the recent birth, nothing too physical or stressful. “How about you gather some everyday supplies—carrots, scarves, maybe a few twigs—and make sandmen in low tide? Maybe with your children and the other kids in the Typhoon? We don’t have snow, but I’m sure if wet sand can make castles, they can make psuedo-snowmen.”

PEACEFALL

peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night