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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 10:58:37 GMT -6
And then there was that one mammalian, Renathan. She… uh. Didn’t actually know much about them. She just borrowed orbaru from them sometimes. They had a dumb face or something. Whatever. Something like that. The point was, Fiera was better than everyone else and would never be defeated. Of course. She kicked another rock over into place if just to define her point. Take that, stupid rock. She felt a feeling of smug satisfaction as she looked around at her garden. Sure enough, everything was falling back into place. Nature was normally so confident and self assured, reaching in and digging its talons into every part of manmade structures as if it were all powerful and inevitable. And yet look at how easily it bent back into shape with a little effort! It spoke a big game that was for sure, but inevitably it was as weak as everything else in this city.
Fiera 9 Lisan 8.4/8.4 44
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 8, 2020 10:58:52 GMT -6
While she would be wary to admit it, that was part of the reason Fiera loved working on her garden so much. It was an act of control, to be able to manipulate and keep a section of the world just as she desired it, all perfect shapes and ideal angles despite it attempting to be otherwise. Her hired help was doing a good job with that as well, with Lisan now working on trimming another of her acacia trees into shape, possessed with apparently a bottomless stomach. It made sense that a creature who’s name meant “royalty” would be so in tune with the idea of taming and domesticating a wild space, of course. What else did rulers do but rule? Fiera smiled- she did indeed rule this place. It was her dominion, her fiefdom… a little spot of peace for her to know that she was in control.
FIera 10 Lisan 9.0/9.0 45
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Post by Nadia on Aug 8, 2020 13:29:11 GMT -6
The wind rustles through the grass and tugs at your clothes. There doesn't seem to be much of note in this area...
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:06:06 GMT -6
And she was in control. She was fine. She was happy here, in the labs. She wasn’t starving like she had been in her younger days, she had a safe place to stay without worrying about bullets or bombs breaking through the windows, Things were calm here, though… she couldn’t help but feel a bit bored some days. She filled her days with her politics, her pets and with other people. But boredom kept creeping in as she felt… unfulfilled. She put that off with bigger events however, entering contests and battle tournaments. They were good for the most part, giving her something to focus on. After all, that’s why she was here in the gardens today she thought as she glanced over her shoulder back at Lisan, who was still lazily chewing on a tree. Their eyes met briefly, though if there was a message conveyed in that glance, Fiera couldn’t say.
Fiera 11 Lisan 9.1/9.1 46
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:06:20 GMT -6
Lisan was helping her garden today yes, but she was overall intended to be a pet for the tournament, a fighter. She had been hired to bring her here not for any sort of training today, but definitely with the intention of getting her better socialized and used to people, places, and distressing situations. Fiera was more than happy to the take the money but to be fair she didn’t think that Lisan exactly needed it. After all, when that kerfuffle with the koguma and the lotine happened, Lisan had barely blinked. There was a whole fight (and proceeding breakup of the fight) happening right in front of her, and she breezed past it as if they were a couple of butterflies flitting between the plants. Fiera had to admit she was impressed- even her best trained pets were a lot more skittish than that once upon a time.
Fiera 12 Lisan 9.2/9.2 47
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:06:33 GMT -6
If that fight happening right in front of her very eyes didn’t bother Lisan however, then Fiera guessed that she was probably pretty well prepared for whatever battle training and was pretty well socialized by now. Not to mention, Fiera had managed to clean up the garden pretty well now that she looked at it. The grass had been beaten back to the clumps it was supposed to be in, sstanding pretty and tall against the rocks. The rocks themselves had been adjusted from their haphazard positions, moved back into the carefully arranged locations and piles that Fiera had originally set them up in. Finally, the acacia trees that dotted Fiera’s false savannah landscape had been carefully trimmed into their classic look with the thin “plate” of leaves on top attached to a winding trunk. That part was thanks to Lisan of course though, as Fiera would have had to get out a step ladder to make it work.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:07:06 GMT -6
Instead of breaking her own neck just to give her tree a trim, the baakir had managed to do it just by virtue of her own long neck, saving Fiera a lot of hard work and trouble (along with the dangers of falling off a stepladder. What was she supposed to do, ask someone to spot her? Ridiculous.) With the two of them working together, this section of Fiera’s garden was now ship shape. She nodded with satisfaction looking at it before packing up her things. If there was nothing left to be done here and Lisan had been worked with, then it was about time to go home, right? Soon she had all of her equipment packed into her bag and the garbage bags tied off to be brought back to the front of the garden. She hefted her backpack back onto her shoulders and dragged the bags over to Lisan.
Fiera 14 Lisan 9.4/9.4 49
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 9, 2020 12:07:21 GMT -6
“Ready to go?” She asked the sahel baakir rhetorically. She knew that she had no way of understanding human speech after all. Still, the baakir still stepped toward her, as if knowing that SOMETHING about her situation had changed, and Fiera was able to easily snap her lead back onto her harness. Fiera was happy about Lisan’s behaviour through all this. She thought that such a “royal” creature would be snooty and hard to deal with, but Lisan had been surprisingly level headed. She hadn’t displayed a lick of bad behavior, and Fiera guessed it might have been that “royal” in this case meant “polite”. She certainly appreciated it- because of her, this gardening session had gone ten times as fast. Even as they left, the path home was just as pleasant and Fiera knew she would be happy to see Lisan again, even if it was on the arena floor.
Fiera 15 Lisan 10.0/10.0 50 (Fiera leaves the gardens.)
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Post by Nadia on Aug 9, 2020 16:35:46 GMT -6
Goodness, you have been working out here for quite a while, haven't you? A break is well deserved.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 12, 2020 18:40:38 GMT -6
The morning light filtered in over the trees as Fiera walked toward the gardens again. Autumn was starting to creep in between the plants, though the weather was still warm and pleasant. Still, the plants picked up better on the subtle change of the seasons better than the people did, and Fiera’s garden was changing by the day. She knew she needed to move quickly if she wanted to be able to harvest everything before it withered away on the vines or rotted in the ground. Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t start with the easy things first. She had two baskets with her today, one large and one small. The larger one was lined with a plastic bag with the intent of picking raspberries from her bushes, hopefully filling it to the brim with ripe red berries that she could cook with or turn into delicious desserts.
Fiera 16 Hellebore 0.1/2.1 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 12, 2020 21:21:21 GMT -6
Of course, Fiera also had the smaller basket, which was a bit heavier than the larger basket right now. That was because there was something warm in it. And wiggly. And purring incessantly. Fiera had finally found the time to bring one of her new WELP Corp species out and about with her- in this case, one of the small feline creatures known as “tailypo”. She had a veritable swarm of them back at her kennel, but she had plucked just one of them out of the mess in order to bring with her today. The one she selected seemed to be the most active and gregarious of the bunch, and thus the one that would probably appreciate the fresh air the most. She had named all of her tailypo after plants, and so this little critter Fiera had dubbed “Hellebore”. She didn’t have too good a bead on his personality yet, though.
Fiera 17 Hellebore 0.2/2.2 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 12, 2020 21:31:33 GMT -6
Still, there was plenty of time for her to figure that out. And at the very least for now she knew that he could be described by one word for sure- “wiggly”. Even though he was still a young baby, eyes barely cracked, he was already to explore every part of the world he could get his paws on, despite his wobbly steps and poor eyesight. Fiera would appreciate that sentiment if he didn’t insist on trying to carry out his globe trotting dreams before they even got to the humanish’s garden. She found herself constantly adjusting the basket hooked over her arm to tumble the kitten back into the bottom of it before he could claw himself out and toss himself into the ground from four feet up- a distance that would definitely hurt a baby of his size, so Fiera found herself half fighting with him to keep it from happening.
Fiera 18 Hellebore 0.3:2.3 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 12, 2020 21:41:49 GMT -6
“Come on buddy, just get... back... in there!” Fiera hissed, jiggling the basket to try and dump Hellebore back into it. The tailypo kitten gave his own hiss in reply as his tiny claws dig into the wicker as he tried to get a third leg up and out of the basket, but eventually lost his grip and fell back in under the little cloth Fiera had laid over it in order to protect him from the sun and keep him calm on the walk through the garden plots. Fat lot of good that had done for her, eh? At least they were finally coming up on her garden though, with its white picket fence and sunny disposition. Even from here, she could practically smell the greenery. With any luck, her young pet would appreciate it just as much- though this was a kit who got overjoyed by particularly large dust bunnies.
Fiera 19 Hellebore 0.4/2.4 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Sept 12, 2020 21:46:31 GMT -6
So she doubted that his tastes were that discerning- he would probably be fine with wherever she stuck him so long as he had something new to investigate. Chances are there would be enough fallen leaves to hold his interest for hours. Once she nudged Hellebore’s little head back into the basket, Fiera opened the latch on her garden’s front gate and let it creak open, nudging it the rest of the way with her hip and closing it again in the same way. “Right then. Ready to go pick some berries?” Fiera said to Hellebore, who just looked up at her with those bright orange eyes, unblinking. “...I’ll take that as a yes.” The humanish replied, a little unnerved. Then she began to trek down the path toward her berry bushes, trees passing on either side of her and rounded gravel crunching softly under her feet.
Fiera 20 Hellebore 1.0/3.0 5
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Post by Silver on Sept 13, 2020 1:30:27 GMT -6
The gooseberries are looking good.
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