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WHO: Wysteria & Holden
WHAT: Research kids doing research
WHEN: Early Justinian
WHERE: Vinmark Mountains
NOTES: OOC Info

For the record, she'd carefully harvested a healthy sample of the deep mushrooms found en route to the mouth of the cave. Wysteria is in fact still wearing the elbow deep work gloves which had helped her to do so, using the heavy leather as a fine deterrent for avoiding nettles and the various prickly parts of the underbrush through which they are presently crashing as they trace trace their way through the Vinmark foothills. And though it's cooler here in the various hollers and shadows of the mountain than it had been during their approach along the coast, it is still the sort of stiflingly warm work which pinks cheeks and elicits sweat (particularly when, it must be said, a person insists on wearing various skirts and underskirts and short stays and so on).

She is not huffing and puffing. She has, however, perhaps gotten a little clumsy and increasingly laissez-faire about the management of branches shrubbery as they've proceeded, which likely counts for the accidental early release of a particularly prickly wild berry vine that swings back to swat Holden full in the face.

Fwhap! says the leafy limb.

"Oh! My apologies, Mister Holden! I thought you were much farther along than you were. Are you quite all right? We are rather high up here. If you should like to stop for a rest, I believe I see a gap in the growth ahead which ought to serve us well for it."