OPEN | ATTENTION

[JOSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Life has settled down, isn't that such a funny thing? Human beings are such adaptable creatures — it didn't take too long for Flintlock to fall back into routines. Patrols, meetings, strangers at the edge of their territory. Territory is still such an unfamiliar concept, though she does her best to think of it like one would a property line. Theirs may be expansive and... Mostly filled with snow, but that's alright. It's a comfortable place once indoors. That's where Jo would love to spend her time, and the greenhouse too, yet there's still just as much to do outdoors. The great outdoors, right? More like the great reason that her face is red and she wants nothing more than to tuck herself into a big blanket and sit in front of the fire. But no, she knows that she needs to keep her hands busy. Slim, slightly calloused fingers are still numb and covered in dirt, so she blows hot breath on them and keeps moving. She doesn't have the right tools to finish the project she's chosen to start, something that causes some sort of internal ache, but even just repeating the first few steps a thousand times is calming.

Making metal flowers was something Josie had picked up early in her life, watching her mom do the same. It was always just scrap metal, spare pieces from old projects, but they were pretty. Eventually they'd filled her room, fake vases of fake flowers. It only feels right to do the same for her room in Flintlock — she hopes Ellie doesn't mind. Currently, she's sitting in the common room with a small sheet of scrap metal and some metal shears, a look of concentration making her nose wrinkle slightly. "This'd go much easier with a torch."