A Milling Adventure (Part 2 - OPEN RP)
"This had better work...." She muttered to herself as she entered the windmill, her prior knowledge teaching her that she was allowed to do so. As she stared at the buttons inside, the mill's inner mechanics suggesting it could process her flour in exchange for some time, Chelsea remembered completing this task as a child, with her father. Smiling fondly at the memory, she bent down to switch open the machine latch, inserting the wheat and re-closing it with a quiet, 'click!' Standing back up, she pressed a few buttons, flipped a switch, and, sure enough, the mill began to screech. Walking back outside, Chelsea placed her hands on her hips as she watched the spokes turn, knowing the magic taking place inside.
The electric side beside the inside door had estimated the wheat's processing time for Chelsea's simple convenience: 8 Hours, the electric letters had written. However, as Chelsea looked up again, she knew she would need more: The sun had already begun its down cline into the afternoon, and Chelsea hoped to return before nightfall. Frowning as she mused, Chelsea thought back to her younger days again, wondering how her family had always managed to condense their Zephyr visits down to the course of one day. As she eyed the mill in wonder, the corner of a barrel caught her eye. Suddenly, she remembered.
Running over to the barrel, she gathered her courage, before jumping up, off the top and onto a nearby ledge. From this point, she proceeded to remove her rucksack, taking out her trusty fishing rod. Carefully switching her trusty metal hook with one from her sturdy, handmade wooden collection, she grabbed the rod in both her hands, swung the hook towards the nearest spoke, and pulled.
Just like that, the wheel began to spin faster, accelerated by the force of her tug. But as the spoke drifted towards the farmer, her hook flew off the end, breaking off the fishing line as it fell down to the nearby river. Chelsea bent down as she watched the hook fly, grimacing slightly as it fell into the water with a small, 'plop.'
Almost immediately, Chelsea jumped off the ledge, running off towards the river. That was a handmade wooden hook! She had spent hours laboring over it, hoping to use it for all sorts of tough jobs like these! One half-assed spoke turn wasn't gonna cut it.
Sliding herself off the second earthy edge, Chelsea removed her backpack, jacket, and boots, throwing them off to the side of the river. However, as she sprinted towards the edge, she spotted someone in front of her.
"Hey, you!" She exclaimed, running over to the person in just her t-shirt and shorts. "Did you happen t'see a wooden hook fall anywhere 'round here?!"