Ah finally, spring! Warm enough to wash items in the sun! At the river stream, sauntering with a basket on her hips, was a white hair woman with a full curvey physic and an apron around the waist. Stopping short of the bridge, she turns right down the forest path where the slow stream was low and at reach. Scaling close to the water edge, she spread out a colorful blanket and began setting up a spot for washing bed linen... Aleena pulls out a glass ornate bottle and shook it, staring at the lavender flowers dancing in the oil. She took a moment to inhale it's sweet scent before pouring some over a bowl of soap seeds.... Lavender, such memories with this flower... Shutting her eyes, she began to tucking her hair in to a long braid over her shoulder kneeling on the blanket. The stream poured away pass her side in soft collide against the stone in a soft symphony. Clear and crisp scent of pine rose in the air to greet the afternoon.... With a flick of her new braid behind her, she was ready to begin. Armed with a smaller bucket she daintily leaned in, scooping up streamwater and pour it in to a much larger one beside her over the linen. One after the other, she continued this with a soft slussh rheumatically, pouring over the soap and watching them bubble.... After a few moment, she haults and runs a wet wrist over her forehead, panning her eyes around the green world. It would be nice if there was someone to talk to at least? With all the announcements as of late, the town was riddled with conversations.... For now, she attuned to the sound of the robins chirping above and began to rub the clothes together in the soapy white plume.... Squish squish squish!