#grandmawickerbottom

[twigsandembers]

(Hope you don't mind me sliding a starter into your askbox~ @grandmawickerbottom) As soon as the flame spread from her torch to the tree, Wickerbottom moved to a respectable distance from the blaze. Charcoal was necessary for drying racks, and drying racks were necessary for drying meats. Dried and stored in her icebox, food went bad so slowly, which soothed her fear of wasting food. As she waited for the tree to finish burning, she sat down next to her pack and began pulling out grass to weave.

//It’s hecking totally fine!!! Come on in =DDDWillow was out today, collecting what food she could find in order to get her stocks up before winter. This was made kind of tricky by the fact that food was getting scarcer as it got colder, but easier because of the fact she wouldn’t be able to eat anything even if she wanted to.That part…. uh. Well. It wasn’t so fun.Needless to say, she was very hungry.So, the Firestarter wandered along, kicking a rock down the path as she headed back from her neighbor’s forest. Bad as she felt about foraging near their place, it was really the only place she knew there was food right now. Though the fact she’d known it was there first made her feel less bad about it, it still wasn’t helping her mood.Eventually, Willow loses the rock in the grass, leaving her to continue wandering unhindered by menial tasks. She’s about halfway through considering some half-thought out scheme to actually get some food in her belly when the smell of smoke hits her nostrils.Fire! There was fire! Oh! Fire sounded nice right now! It wasn’t food, but it was just as good! Maybe better!Fire, here she came!@grandmawickerbottom

[chefwarly-blog]

Sailing... well.. Wickerbottom had never even set foot on a boat before, let alone sailed one. That, and the wrecked bits of boat that washed up on the island's shore were far from comforting. But if she were to turn her nose up at a potential escape route, well, wouldn't that just make Maxwell giddy? Unless this was what he planned all along, which couldn't be put past him. From where she was paddling towards a glimpse of land, she could perfectly imagine his smirk. (grandmawickerbottom arrives

@grandmawickerbottom

The cope of mangrove trees made a nice sort of natural alcove. It was shady, cool, and usually rather safe- at least when Warly was able to keep Pepper from startling the nearby livestock. She was troublesome at times, but the sharkitten’s senses outmatched his in every aspect. He was too absorbed in gathering reeds and bamboo anyway, but when her head turned and her ears flicked back and forth he noticed. Her eyes were trained toward the open ocean.

Warly still didn’t hear anything once he emerged from the mangroves, and it took him a moment to spot what had gotten Pepper’s attention. There was a figure rowing nearer and nearer and while it seemed to almost certainly be a person, a numbing hand of fear had gripped him. He had come across some dangerous people in the past, and though the optimist in him wanted to greet them, he remained standing there. He wasn’t sure if they could see him even though he’d come out from the mangroves. Even if they didn’t, they were bound to hit shore sooner rather than later.