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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 16:51:28 GMT -6
She heard a pathetic whining noise as she approached the stairs and looked up. At the top was Michael, peering down at her pathetically with one arm thrown over the first step. Fiera immediately felt terrible for him- she had only been gone for a few moments, but despite the trouble he liked causing, he had stuck right by her side this whole time. When she went down the stairs though, they made him so nervous that he couldn’t follow, essentially trapping the king of the evergreen at the top of the terrace alone. Fiera had thought that he could entertain himself for a bit, but apparently he wasn’t one that enjoyed being left alone. “Don’t worry Mike, I’m coming!” She called up to him, and he responded with another despondent bleat, standing up and looking down at her. She started in on the staircase, carefully picking her way up.
Fiera 19 Michael 12.4/13.4 64
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 16:57:41 GMT -6
Now that she knew what to expect, the icy stairs weren’t as difficult to traverse as the first time she had marched up them. It took her half the time to get up them, and Michael seemed relieved, gently gripping Fiera’s pants and snuffling into her side. She gave the plant creature a comforting pat, his pine needle fur gently prickling her through her knitted gloves. He followed her especially closely after that, seeming to not want to take his eyes off of her for a moment. Fiera obliged him, still feeling a bit bad for leaving him behind, and gave him a couple scritches behind the ear as she squatted down to set the majority of her equipment down. He switched gears after that, suddenly interested in the new objects Fiera had brought. She left him to it- nothing she had brought over was sharp enough for him to cut himself on, so he should be fine.
Fiera 20 Michael 13.0/14.0 65
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Post by Renathan on Jan 31, 2020 17:03:50 GMT -6
A cold breeze blows through the garden! So chilly, but it seems relatively benign. The king of evergreen is reluctant to give up any berries...
[Nothing Happens]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 17:27:35 GMT -6
She got to work on the bushes immediately. The garden shears weren’t incredibly efficient in the cold, and Fiera found it difficult to get the groaning metal blades to open and shut. Still, she had nothing better to do and kept on clipping the bushes, no matter how long it took her to complete a single stroke. The branches piled up soon enough, clattering to the ground at her feet or just falling further into the bush. It was a lot easier to see what she was doing while the bush was naked, and was able to make more precise measurements at the borderline of the bush. Each section she clipped ended up perfectly squares at waist height. They still looked a little shabby right now as they were completely leafless, but she was sure they’d look wonderful once spring came around and slapped some leaves on them.
Fiera 1 Michael 13.1/14.1 66
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 19:06:17 GMT -6
After a good half hour (perhaps more? Fiera wasn’t paying any particular attention), the bushes were finally done, with branches scattered around the periphery of the hedgerow. From there, it was time to pick them all up. Michael was on it before her, picking up a stick to gnaw on while watching his owner work. He didn’t seem particularly entertained by her antics- it was more like she was a tv and her actions were the only barely watchable thing that was on. Not that she really cared what he thought about her- she wasn’t there for his entertainment. Once she set the shears aside, it was time to pick up the cast off branches. That part was thankfully a lot faster than clipping the branches, even if she had to make several trips back and forth between the area she was working in and her garbage bag.
Fiera 2 Michael 13.2/14.2 67
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Post by Renathan on Jan 31, 2020 19:20:13 GMT -6
A bright flash of fiery hue is stark against the winter neutral tones.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 19:32:02 GMT -6
Soon enough, her garbage bag was just about full. Fiera muttered quietly and tied it shut, glad that it was heavy duty enough that the branches didn’t pierce the exterior of the bag. She laid it next to the stairs- she’d carry it down later. For now, she had more work to do. Fiera flapped open another garbage bag and threw the last stragglers of the sticks in. Then, she moved on to the trees. These ones were a little bigger than the ones near the front gate and required a bit of clipping as well. Thankfully, they weren’t yet tall enough that Fiera needed a stepladder to reach them- which was good because she didn’t own one. She carefully rounded the tree, making a few clips at a time before stepping back and checking her progress. She didn’t want her tree to end up lopsided, after all.
Fiera 3 Michael 13.3/14.3 68
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 19:44:13 GMT -6
She quickly became satisfied with her progress, finishing off the tree and nodding before putting her shears away. She probably wouldn’t need those again soon. Then she picked up the fallen branches, piling them in her arms. These ones were bigger than the bush branches, and they filled the bag a lot more quickly. Still, she was sure she had room for a few more in there. But... it didn’t look like anything else on the terrace needed to be clipped. Fiera shrugged, ready to move on. There was always more to be dond after all- no point in dragging her feet with this specific task. She turned around in a broad circle on the dried out grass in the center of the terrace, deciding on what to do next. There wasn’t too much she could do for the grass but hope it grew back as the weather grew warmer.
Fiera 4 Michael 13.4/14.4 69 (lol)
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Jan 31, 2020 20:18:19 GMT -6
The flowers however. Those she could do away with. Michael seemed to have finished pulling them up and eating them for the most part, and they were definitely dead. Fiera reached down to touch one just to make sure, and it crumbled to pieces at her touch. Yeah, those were dead. Well, at least she had the resources to clear them out- and that soil could do with a good tilling as well. The humanish went back to her pile of equipment, rummaging through it while Michael looked on from atop his perch on the very large gourd. Finally, she found the tool she was looking for- a little hand rake, the kind you use to put furrows in gardens. She gave it a test run through a nearby patch of soil, and it ripped up large clouds of soil, sorting out the larger chunks. It would be perfect for this purpose.
Fiera 5 Michael 14.0/15.0 70
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Post by Renathan on Jan 31, 2020 21:09:58 GMT -6
It would seem that the garden is growing a few weeds... They aren't too bad though, easily removed and in one clump at that.
[Nothing happens]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 1, 2020 12:41:57 GMT -6
It was a brand new day and a brand new month in Fiera’s garden, even though the weather was just as cold and the plants just as dead as the month before. Fiera’s January had proved quite productive, even though she didn’t work at all for most of it. Her king of the evergreen had produced several berries for her, more than enough for her to put some nodes together later in the year. The pair had bonded a lot too, and Fiera had a much better idea of what Michael’s personality was now than when she had started working with him. He was sweet, but mischevious. Kind, but definitely needed keeping an idea on. His harvest season had ended though, and Fiera had brought him to the back to the kennels to give him a much deserved rest while she returned to gardening for yet another month.
Fiera 6 Desiree 8.1/8.1 1
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 1, 2020 12:48:06 GMT -6
The garden looked, well... like she had left it. It was pretty dreary and grey, and it’s depressing appearance wasn’t helped by the wrecked and abandoned surrounding gardens. Everything in it was dead or dormant as Fiera realized that she never got around to planting any evergreens. As a result, her own garden looked a lot like a wasteland as well. Still, it was worth working on. Spring might not be here yet, but it was right around the corner. As a result, Fiera was determined to pretty the place up and get it ready for the upcoming growing seasons, even if nothing was growing quite yet. She had gone shopping in the past week and restocked her supplies, which had already been left at the gate of her garden, ready for her to use or store. She could already imagine exactly where they’d go in her gardening shed.
Fiera 7 Desiree 8.2/8.2 2
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 1, 2020 12:55:35 GMT -6
Joining her this time was the littlest assistant- Fiera’s juvenile pixie haraichu, Desiree. The little fairy had been growing a lot lately (though she was still not much longer than Fiera’s hand), and had been talking a lot more too. Her vocabulary and grammar weren’t quite on the same level as a native common speaker yet, but she was learning fast. Which had led to her learning how to beg- or more accurately, demand that Fiera took her places, in a sort of brattiness that reminded Fiera of her younger years. (Although, those who knew Fiera would note that she hadn’t really changed much since her younger days, and would roll their eyes at her asserting otherwise.) Feeling bad for keeping the haraichu cooped up all season, Fiera obliged Desiree’s request and brought her along with the humanish on her latest trip to the garden.
Fiera 8 Desiree 8.3/8.3 3
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 1, 2020 13:04:32 GMT -6
Of course, Desiree seemed to be regretting that decision now, despite her earlier enthusiasm for Fiera taking her out on the town. As a small creature with a lot of thin, exposed parts, Desiree lost body heat incredibly quickly. That was why Fiera had been avoiding taking her out- the cold of the season could easily prove damaging if not lethal to a creature her size, and Fiera would rather not risk it. When Desiree refused to drop the subject however, she had had to find some... work arounds. Unfortunately, they didn’t sell clothing in haraichu sizes, much to Fiera’s chagrin. So she cobbled together an outfit over the course of a few nights, sitting on her couch with a needle and thread. It was all for her pixie based on whatever she could find in baby clothes and scraps of fabric gleaned from thrift stores and fabric shops.
Fiera 9 Desiree 8.4/8.4 4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 1, 2020 13:09:31 GMT -6
The result of Fiera’s hard (but quite unskilled) work was a dumb looking patchwork monstrosity. It was stuffed with down and patched up with a variety of garish colors, all strapped together with a strip of Velcro. Desiree could hardly bend her arms in the getup, and that wasn’t the least of it. Desiree usually preferred loose, breathable clothing, but she could barely feel her wings in this. In addition, she had been given a matching pair of pants (in warmth, not color- there wasn’t a single item of clothing in this outfit that matched. According to Fiera, it was “avant garde”.), two scraplet fabric wool mittens, some tiny boots adjusted from doll clothes, and an atrocious hat that Fiera had tucked the haraichu’s ears into. It had a bright pink puff ball on it that was nearly the size of her head. It was HUMILIATING.
Fiera 10 Desiree 9.0/9.0 5
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