Minutes tick by when Rukiyo first disappeared into the forest, only to return with a sizable boulder balanced on her shoulder.
She dropped it with a heavy thud right beside Flykra, eyeing him curiously
Without hesitation, the elf shuffled towards the boulder and pressed his palm against its surface, immediately beginning murmuring incomprehensible words under his breath.
A shimmering magical circle flared to life beneath his fingers— its glow pulsing brighter for a moment before fading entirely.
The boulder shook and shifted unnaturally, then warped inward like melting wax until it had been reshaped into something resembling an enormous stone pot.
Its edges are rough, but functional; deep enough to hold water and act as a small ofuro, or a bathtub.
With the new pot at her disposal, Rukiyo wasted no time filling the pot with water from the nearby lake she mentioned earlier.
