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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 2, 2022 14:06:32 GMT -6
After several minutes, Fiera finally managed to find the clippers. They had slid themselves underneath a raised tree root, getting caught in the loop. Fiera didn't notice them until she saw the glint of light off of one of the few exposed patches of metal at a particular angle, causing her to lean down and take a closer look. It took her a minute to wrestle them out (with Penny "helping" her), but soon she was able to throw them into the wheelbarrow with the rest of the tools she had found. Then, she took one last look, wandering around the perimeter of the small clearing that her tool shed was in (or... used to be in, by this point). It looked pretty clear, but as she made larger and larger concentric circles, she realized that she still hadn't found any sign of her fertilizing water droplets as of yet.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 2, 2022 14:09:35 GMT -6
Finally though, she felt something solid hit up against her boot. She leaned down, fully expecting another rock based on the pressure of the impact, but her fingers found a more distinctive shape. "Aha!" Fiera said, pulling the objects up. Sure enough, it was her droplet bottles- and perfectly intact! The worry of her houluh accidentally shredding her feet on broken glass flowed away. They were both perfectly intact, to her surprise. Not even a chip of glass had come off of the delicate structures, and both of them were sealed tight. The nutritious droplets within were left untainted, perfectly clean and clear. That was a relief to Fiera as well- these bottles weren't cheap, and replacing them would have cost her a pretty penny otherwise. It looked like they had fallen out of the shed during the storm, but the mud had kept them well padded and away from the raging winds otherwise.
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Post by Yang on May 3, 2022 22:13:14 GMT -6
Something can be gleaned not far from where you stand...
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 4, 2022 10:36:12 GMT -6
She set them down gently in the wheelbarrow and sure enough, she saw another pale glint from the treeline. She walked over, noting that this time it was sitting right behind the door of the shed. The door itself had tried blowing away from the shed proper after being popped off, but had gotten caught in the short trees ringing the clearing. All she had to do was dislodge it from a couple branches and that was it. After that was done however, she went back to where she had seen that glint. Sure enough, there was another egg sitting there waiting for her. It was covered in some mud like the others, but it was still exposed enough for it to catch her eye. Perhaps it hadn't been planted until after the storm? That left quite a narrow time window for it to show up, but Fiera supposed stranger things had happened.
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Post by Yang on May 4, 2022 21:25:10 GMT -6
Something lays tucked away, not far from where you are...
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 5, 2022 7:50:24 GMT -6
Ah, and there was another one right next to it! Fiera rolled the eggs around in her hand a bit, getting a better look. They were the same size, shape, and weight, and had the same distribution of mass too, rolling the exact same way. The smooth texture of their surface was the exact same, and yet the patterns across their surface most definitely weren't. One was a stark, bright white with a large series of cracks spreading across the surface of it, with some sort of black substrate visible beneath. It reminded Fiera of the black egg she had, albeit in opposite colors. It almost resembled a smooth chunk of marble, but in the form of a warm and comfy egg. She hadn't seen anything like it before, so delicate and beautiful... and it definitely looked like real marble too, not something painted to look like it, where the brush strokes were visible if you looked closely enough.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 5, 2022 12:50:32 GMT -6
The other egg was the one she had just found. It was a pale pinkish purple color with white tendrils across its surface. It almost reminded Fiera of musical notation, those strange but elegant symbols that danced across the page. She rubbed at the surface gently- despite looking almost artificial in nature, the patterns certainly weren't painted on. It was just a normal egg. She sighed and adjusted her bag, opening a compartment on it. In there was all the other eggs she had found so far, along with a small heating pad. After all, if these really were real eggs, she wanted to be sure that they kept incubating without the presence of... whatever it was laid them being needed. She closed the bag again and shifted it onto her back once more, ready to get back to work... though she would certainly have to keep her eye peeled for any more of those odd eggs.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 5, 2022 13:32:47 GMT -6
It was an unsolved mystery to be sure, but unfortunately Fiera had better things to do. Pushing the eggs away for the time being, she turned back to the disembodied door of her shed. She gripped both sides and tugged, trying to free it from the bedraggled branches of the trees it had been blown into. With a few sharp pulls it finally came loose, throwing Fiera a bit off balance. After fumbling for a moment, she finally managed to rest it on her feet before adjusting her grip and pulling it over towards the rest of the shed. Thankfully this thing was mostly plastic... or maybe unthankfully, seeing as that was probably why it was so easy to blow over to start with. It wasn't exactly like she nailed it down or anything. But still, at least that made it relatively simple to put back together after being demolished.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 5, 2022 13:35:55 GMT -6
She hefted the hinge side of the door against the shed, lining up the interlocking parts. Then, just like popping in a dislocated shoulder, she pushed it in with a single sharp movement, nudging it in and down. For a moment she thought she was going to just push the whole shed over again, but soon she heard a distinctive click and felt it move. "Ah!" She exclaimed, delighted. She backed off for a moment and sure enough, the door was back on. She gave it a few test swings, opening and closing it. It didn't even squeak! She was very happy to see this... but it was swishing a lot of mud around. "...Eugh." Fiera said. Maybe she should give it a while to dry out some more before putting her tools back in. Besides, she had to head back to the front of the gardens to throw that soggy fertilizer out anyway.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 6, 2022 9:43:00 GMT -6
Maybe the fertilizer would still be good to someone, but the idea of the sun beating down on these bags that were already swelled to the point of almost popping... eugh. She would let that be someone else's problem AFTER they had left her garden. So she started dragging them, hefting up the corners on each side. Unfortunately, with the water inside they were now thrice the weight they should be, and they weren't exactly light to start with. Fiera could only just barely drag them across the ground, and she prayed they didn't catch on any hidden sharp rocks in the mud while she worked. Penny sniffed at one of the bags curiously, but snorted and backed away when she realized they didn't smell very nice. Instead, she trotted along a few feet away from the humanish. That was fine by Fiera- the fewer distractions and things she had to maneuver around right now, the better.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 6, 2022 9:47:01 GMT -6
It took her a few minutes to drag the fertilizer, with the bag getting caught on several roots on the way. Each time, Fiera had to carefully heft it up and over, taking care to not rip it, throw it into a tree, or move it into another snarl of roots. Eventually she managed to get it to her front gate however, and she scooted it over to the spot where the garbage was collected with a few last shoves of her foot. That was perfect... for this one. She sighed as she realized she still had two more sacks to go. Buying things in bulk was convenient for her (especially when it was delivered right to her doorstep) considering the size of her garden, but not when she had to dispose of it in bulk as well. She ambled around for a few moments, nudging the bag left and right as if it would make a difference.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 6, 2022 14:30:59 GMT -6
Finally however, she realized there was no point in avoiding it any longer. She was going to have to go and get the other bags. She heaved a dramatic sigh to go with how she was going to have to dramatically heave these heavy objects and plodded back to the reconstructed shed. Not giving her time to lament the task, Fiera immediately latched on to another bag and started dragging, trying to get it done as quickly as possible. She caught it on a couple of roots on her way over again, but at least it was intact by the time she set it down. Clapping her hands, she tried to ignore the weakness in her arms as she walked over to grab the last one. It felt twice as heavy as the others, likely due to her increasing tiredness, but thankfully after another minute or so it was finally over.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 9, 2022 12:14:10 GMT -6
She looked at the piles of discarded fertilizer... and admittedly felt less enthusiastic about it then she usually did. Most of the time there was a sense of satisfaction from getting things done in her garden, knowing that a job was well done and things looked nicer now. But this time she didn't really do anything but move wasted materials from point A to point B, and it would require a lot more work before her garden resembled anything close to "nice". Still, she supposed she just had to keep working on it- it wasn't exactly going to get BETTER by just sitting around and frowning. With that in mind, she turned her heel on the sad lumps and returned to her shed. It looked a lot better now, sitting upright. Just to be safe though, she dragged it down a bit in the mud. There. Hopefully that would keep it a little more stable.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on May 9, 2022 13:45:32 GMT -6
With that done though, Fiera cast a glance at her tools. They were still caked in mud, sitting in the wheelbarrow like that. She could go and move on at this point, having found them all... but with the shed back together, she'd much prefer to get things a little more organized before she left. If anything, that would be more helpful to her in case she needed one of these tools to help her clean up some other parts of her garden. Still, she didn't want to be handling muddy tools, so she'd have to get them rinsed off first. With that decided, she grasped the handles of the wheelbarrow, lifting it up. It was... a lot more difficult to move it then she thought, she quickly realized as she rolled it toward the front of her garden. The wheels constantly sunk into the mud, requiring her to heave it up again.
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Post by Jack on Jun 11, 2022 18:55:10 GMT -6
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