[ and Cinnabar, as they usually are in the afternoon, is asleep. There are many factors that make them stay awake through the night - habit, anxiety, a desire to minimize damage - but it's still in defiance of their biology, and by the time the sun rises, they're exhausted, in spite of their inclusions hungrily absorbing the light. In the winter, it's even worse, with less light and more overcast skies. They've long become accustomed to the shame of sleeping through the day in a dark corner while their peers work, though, and it's no different here. They can hardly feel the bite of it.
The hut is more specifically some kind of gardening shed, by the looks of it - or, at least, it was one at some point. Now, it looks abandoned, sitting at the edge of the woods a little ways beyond the housing row. A keen eye might be able to tell that it isn't. There's a small pathway recently cleared of leaves and debris in front of it; the windows have spiderwebs in them, but they've been cleared of dust, though it's too dark to see inside.
Most notably, there's a freshly-planted sapling sitting at one of the shed's corners, making a familiar whistling noise. ]
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The hut is more specifically some kind of gardening shed, by the looks of it - or, at least, it was one at some point. Now, it looks abandoned, sitting at the edge of the woods a little ways beyond the housing row. A keen eye might be able to tell that it isn't. There's a small pathway recently cleared of leaves and debris in front of it; the windows have spiderwebs in them, but they've been cleared of dust, though it's too dark to see inside.
Most notably, there's a freshly-planted sapling sitting at one of the shed's corners, making a familiar whistling noise. ]