#kuragryning

[bujorulgalben]

@kuragryning

You will, of course, know that this is very serious, yes? The time to harvest need not wait until summer’s end! No, no, and the nettles will not wait for us! I have never seen caterpillars be patient, either- ah! Mind your head!

[ /it’s then that anica swiftly ducks under a low-hanging branch; shoving it away from her head and shaking rain off the verdant young leaves. boots kick at sturdy roots in the ground, unmoving, and shuffle off the edges of the cleared trail. she slows there, scanning the foliage. ]

The nettles taste freshest after the rain, so we need to work quickly! You did bring the socks, right? Right..?

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@kuragryning

it had been ages, it feels like way, way too long since saima had last seen hjalmar. and yet, the moment that they see him, there's still a deep fondness, a deep sense of memory that they can't and don't deny among seeing him.

perhaps it was the season, the way when things slowly start to warm up - the possibility of seeing others become that much more apparent.

and so, they come bearing some baked goods, figuring the least they could do is offer something after being away for what feels like forever.

"..hjalmar. how's the season been treating you?" a simple question, a greeting that's so little and so much at the same time. they are here, they see him... and there's no small bit of sentiment that seemed to be involved, quietly and relatively calmly expressed.

[samaradiso]

@kuragryning liked for a starter !! (it’s been so long i am so sorry)

... [ there's a long pause. nana looks like she's mulling something over in her head. ] Hjalmari, I have a question--perhaps two. Do you like cheese? And how much salted herring are you able to get ahold of.

[islandiis]

There's a cough, or one rather meant to be a throat-clearing noise that evolved into an uncharacteristically dry cough in the damp air, from behind Fannar. Following this is the gentle pressing of something on his head, a handmade flower crown even more colorful than Hjalmar's own in an array of blues, reds, whites, and even accents of yellow. In his free hand is an offering of a slice of a hard cheese pie, undoubtedly made from västerbottensost and not worth missing for the world.

He looks a little surprised, at first, but then he's grinning — a broad, eye-crinkling smile. It's nice to be included, after all, but more than that he's just delighted to see Hjalmar! After thinking for a moment, he (hesitantly, as is his way) reaches up to add a small sprig of Juniper, which he had been wearing behind his own ear, to Hjalmar's crown. He searches Hjalmar's expression momentarily as he stands back a little bit, just to make sure his own gesture was welcomed — but he accepts the pie gratefully, and that smile quickly returns.

"Happy Midsummer! I'm so happy to see you. And — thank you for this!!"

[bujorulgalben]

Bright yellow, like the sun that stubbornly insists on hiding behind cloud cover; would it not be a proper midsommar without difficult weather? The crown goes right onto Anica's head as it does for everyone else, pairing well with Hjalmar's own hand-twisted adornment. All she has to do in return is enjoy the jordgubbstårta being offered, though she doesn't have to agree with the sentiment that Swedish strawberries are indeed the best!

@kuragryning

[ /the flowers are bright enough to make anica squint, even without the help of direct sunlight! A smile reaches her eyes, still, and she bows her head to accept the crown.

dressed in a long-length dress, tiers of cotton and gauze brushing over bare feet, her ensemble is now complete! she stands upright to shuffle the crown into place, as snug as possible, and beams up at hjalmar, her eyes twinkling. ]

You did a marvelous job with this, Hjalmar, thank you! Yes, thank you, the fairies will be so pleased with your excellent craftsmanship. They should spirit away your sorrows soon enough, you will see! [ /she only leaves it alone long enough to eye up the cake - the sugary sweetness wafting on the air is too tantilising not to take some! ]

You- hah! You will make the other girls jealous of me at this rate! All before I show those silly boys how you are supposed to jump over a bonfire.

[suntusita]

@kuragryning

“No, no! You need to pick the pretty ones-” She cooed as she handed him the plastic pink bucket and bent down to pick up two different types of sea glass; one being a glistening pink  and the other an opaque brown. “See! This one is pretty, but this one looks like...” oh what was the best word for this situation? “Poop.” 

It was a delight for Mer to have Hjalmar visit her. They may not be the closest duo. Hell, they may not fully understand each other either. Despite it, Mer thought the world and Hjalmar were wonderful, delightful, and all around entertaining. 

“My turtles,” she said as she started wondering around motioning him to follow, “like pretty rocks. They make turtle noises when they’re happy.” She paused before turning to him, “You will be happy when you see my turtles happy.”

[scntlisi]

💭 omg,

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'Bondye, he's so tall. I've never really seen his features this close up before. I'm kind of jealous, even though he's got dark circles under his eyes it makes the colour just pop. Eh? Is Hjalmar what you'd call distinctive? Never thought of it like that before, but his normal facial expression makes him stand out, doesn't it? "

Somewhat unconsciously, she's found herself almost on her tiptoes, her brow furrowed. Is it tough being this tall? She can't help but think it must be quite cool, minus having to deal with low ceilings. And people asking how the weather is up there.

'Wait? Do I look like I'm staring? It's not like it's weird staring it's appreciative...does that make it worse? That makes it worse. Quick. Say something. Anything.'

"I'm not staring, you've just got something on your face!"

'Huh, maybe I should just shut up.'

[dansk-dame]

A busy business with @kuragryning

Yawn. Mathilde didn't even try to hide her tiredness and took out her cell phone. However, so that it is not too obvious that she is playing on her cell phone, she held it under the table. She lets her manager do most of the work and if she hadn't promised to be here, she would have left long ago. In addition, it would be quite lousy to her counterpart if she would just leave after they have been looking for an appointment for the meeting for a long time. After the cell phone was no longer exciting, she looked up and now looked into the cold blue eyes of her meeting partner. Hjalmar was as usual. Quiet and he himself let his manager talk most of the time. She propped her head up and looked at him as an idea came to her and she grinned slightly. Quickly she took a piece of paper and pen and wrote 'hi c:' on it and threw it over to him, looking at him expectantly.