Lumme and Annie were at the outskirts of the CinnamonGrove colony as usual, they liked hanging out together since before they were rescued from the flooded bunker. Lumme was atop her favorite rock and playing her mandolin – it was white with black accents –, Annie was perched on the bottom of the rock like a mermaid on a shore, holding her chin in her hands and her eyes fixated on Lumme, the two were the best of friends, Lumme was by no means a professional, her singing and instrument playing was still very much amateurish but Annie admired her either way.

They were very clearly not invested in colony life, of course they'd help if anyone asked kindly but doing tasks around the colony grounds never passed through their minds, the researcher didn't see a problem with this but just advised them to stay out of trouble and not laze around, pursuing a specialization was highly encouraged for them. Lumme struggled to climb down from the rock but didn't let it show, her claws left some scratches from the struggle. Annie noticed the troubled descent but gave her friend a reassuring smile and a side bump, they walked back to the clearing, chatting and feeling the tall grass brush on their undersides.

As they got back, they arrived right in time for a speech, the other colonists were all huddled around their researcher – who was on top of some boxes – and was talking about foraging for more resources, whoever was free and could go out to forage was more than welcome to and also asked that they dropped their findings inside the pantry tent, after this short announcement, the researcher descended carefully from the boxes and walked off to do researcher things. Many of the folks who listened to the speech marched over to the storage tent to grab supplies for their trips, with the rest disbanding to continue whatever task they were doing or to go on break. Annie and Lumme had observed the speech a small distance away both sitting down on a comfortable fern bedding, "What do you think we go out and forage as well?" Annie turned her head to Lumme and asked, Lumme was hesitant at first but agreed, stating it would be 'something different for once'.

The two saltwater tsabhua headed to the storage tent side by side, their bodies brushing against each other warmly while they pondered what could be valuable to bring back. Meuphyr was still at the tent, assisting whoever needed supplies for foraging before going himself, he was sitting down and watching over the distance until the two friends got close enough that Meuphyr noticed them, he got up quickly and asked if they were going out as well, Annie nodded and Meuphyr turned to the shelves inside the tent, it was a bit shadowed inside but he could see well to grab two satchels and a few pouches, he turned back to hand it to them and wished good luck on their forage.

Vibrant green leaves danced in the wind as they passed Lumme and Annie, the breeze felt warm and had a sweet, almost spicy scent, Lumme had her snout up and high and her eyes closed shut, she was taking in all the sights and smells of the wilderness, thinking how this experience could inspire a future song or other project. Annie was marching rhythmically and her head was turning left and right with every step, scanning the space searching for any kind of resource she deemed valuable, after pacing through a marshy terrain, she spotted a swampy area and raced to it – or rather stumbled, with her short legs –, Lumme was closely following behind her and tried to catch up to her friend, as she reached the other tsabhua, Annie was perched on the edge of a small cliff with an extensive pond below it, the water was darkly blue and its residents looked like mysterious shadowy shapes, she wanted to hop in and investigate the deep dark, there could be very good supplies at the bottom, "OR we could continue exploring here at in surface. Where it's safe" Lumme argued, she was always wary of bodies of water where you couldn't see the bottom. Annie refuted that Lumme wasn't the one diving in, and without another word she stumbled her way on the cliff before jumping in and causing a big splash, Lumme tried grabbing her arm before she jumped but merely scratched Annie's arm. She began to panic, running back and forth around the cliff, gaze fixated on the murky depths, after a while she realized that running like a headless chicken won't solve anything, she took a deep breath while stroking her mane for comfort and in the moment an image of a stick flashed in her mind and she turned on like a lightbulb, 'But of course!' Lumme thought and scurried away.

Annie hadn't shown any signs of life for a while, presumably she was still at the bottom of the pond, she must have been very busy down there. A short absence later, Lumme came back into view with a comically large branch in her maws, she dropped it on the grass and almost lost the branch as it started slowly being consumed by the water, she grabbed it in a heartbeat and began moving it around, hoping to feel Annie's body somewhere. "Hey!" A voice on her right side spooked her and made her throw the branch, completely lost to the water, she turned to the voice and it was.. Annie! She was silently laughing at her friend's face and swam to the edge of the pond, beckoning for help, Lumme helped her out of the water and saw she had her hands full of.. stuff, there were so many things crammed together it was hard to decipher what she was looking at, what was clear is that it was clearly things you would find at the bottom of a deep dark swampy pond.

One traumatizing experience later (at least for Lumme), the friends threaded through their new home biome, they still haven't explored L'Hatzif as much after leaving the bunker, it was like seeing a whole new world, they ventured inside the fabled Mushroom Forest, something they only knew from stories and maps, Annie picked a flower from a bush and styled a part of her mane with it, Lumme appeared through some vegetation with a whole bouquet of white flowers in her arms, the two created flower necklaces and crowns till the sun went down.

Finally after a fruitful day they were returning home with bags full of supplies and a few good stories to tell.