[It is not long after they arrive at Bearings that there is a warm, spiced scent from the centralized kitchen, and it is an open enough space that it is easy to see her puttering around the centralized island, pressing some sort of dried fruit to her tongue. She is bare-foot and has changed into something even looser and more relaxed than before, sleeves pushed up as she chops what appear to be nuts into fine pieces, ready to add into the flat cake-like food that is baking in the oven. She appears entirely collected, a small smile on her face as she slides piles out of her way with the flat of her blade before beginning on the next small pile- chop, chop, chop- a steady regular rhythm.
She is not, precisely, busy, and when someone enters her space she will raise her eyes up to look at you, smile widening slightly.]
How are you finding it?
..___ B
[Somewhat later in the afternoon, long after the early hours when she had ushered the hosts out into the brave new world of Concordia, Carata can be found folded neatly over a bright white desk in the living area. Her fingers flick absently across the table, over a stream of information only she can see, and she tips her head, humming slightly in interest. After a moment, however, she tips her head up, as if she's heard something, and smiles, straightening her back and stretching her arms in front of her before standing smoothly.
When she turns and finds someone there the smile doesn't fade. Instead she takes a step forward, lacing her fingers together in front of her neatly.]
NPC | Carata
[It is not long after they arrive at Bearings that there is a warm, spiced scent from the centralized kitchen, and it is an open enough space that it is easy to see her puttering around the centralized island, pressing some sort of dried fruit to her tongue. She is bare-foot and has changed into something even looser and more relaxed than before, sleeves pushed up as she chops what appear to be nuts into fine pieces, ready to add into the flat cake-like food that is baking in the oven. She appears entirely collected, a small smile on her face as she slides piles out of her way with the flat of her blade before beginning on the next small pile- chop, chop, chop- a steady regular rhythm.
She is not, precisely, busy, and when someone enters her space she will raise her eyes up to look at you, smile widening slightly.]
How are you finding it?
..___ B
[Somewhat later in the afternoon, long after the early hours when she had ushered the hosts out into the brave new world of Concordia, Carata can be found folded neatly over a bright white desk in the living area. Her fingers flick absently across the table, over a stream of information only she can see, and she tips her head, humming slightly in interest. After a moment, however, she tips her head up, as if she's heard something, and smiles, straightening her back and stretching her arms in front of her before standing smoothly.
When she turns and finds someone there the smile doesn't fade. Instead she takes a step forward, lacing her fingers together in front of her neatly.]
Would you like to come see something?