The sun had been unusually hot recently, so Mirashi was hunting flowers in the falling evening instead of early morning like she usually did. It was frustrating though. Some of the fresh shoots on the flowers were drying before she could get the juices from them, limiting her perfumes. She had some plants and oils stored, but not nearly enough to keep creating concoctions to keep the gods and the pride happily smelling like flowers all the time.
She heaved a heavy sigh as she stared at a flower which was closed - she had gotten to it too late. Flowers opened in the daytime, not the evening, so if Mirashi got there too late, well...the flowers were useless to her closed.
"Sleep well, little bloom, tomorrow you'll be in my perfume," she mumbled, unconsciously rhyming as she raised her gaze from the flowers to the setting sun. It was still hot, but the temperature would drop soon enough when the sun had gone completely.
