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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 19:05:22 GMT -6
The showmanship thing over with for now, and Flare had seen enough of crowds for one day. He'd gone home, and tried to teach his rakai his name. It would be a work in progress, but the canid animal heard his name on and off for at least two... or was it three months. He'd had Shabh at least through winter season, which spanned... uh... three months about. And with about how young the pup was when he was acquired... Shabh would be reaching at least six months old sooner then later. So getting him to learn to mind would be paramount. His growth speed would outscale anything the tumaian had ever seen. Rolling his neck a bit to the left, then to the right, Flare wondered what he could do with his free afternoon. Perhaps do some gardening? No, he'd been in the garden today. Much as he loved it. 1 1.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 19:09:09 GMT -6
Going mansioning alone wasn't his highest priority either, even during Faelot. Granted, he couldn't remember half the previous trip (no thanks to you Loki). A number of activities he could do sprant to mind but nothing really stuck. "Why not go help the movement of treants?" someone asked him out of the corner of his eye. He pauses, looking to the right for the source of the voice. A very tanned human waves him down. "Yes you! Come come, you've got some spare time it seems." Curious but cautious, he walks slowly with his cane-staff over to the human who is eagerly waving him down. "Going off your appearance sir, you've got the look in your eyes of being a gardener. A good one at that." At his puzzled frown they surged onwards in words. "Its the hands and the fact that you've got dirt on yoru clothes and still went out in public." 2 2.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 19:12:11 GMT -6
He glanced down at his poofy beige pants. There were damp splotches on his knees from kneeling in the dirt and doing work with the plants and with Shabh. Gray eyes narrow at the speaker, who just is plowing onwards. "If you're good with getting yoru hands dirty sir, come plant some trees with us on the edge of town for Nature Month! Faelot special celebration." All this is said very fast. He turns to leave, but the speaker hops to the right and keeps talking. Oh gods, will it ever stop. "I know what you're thinking sir. Why should I help this person, on this lovely afternoon where nothing else seems to be coming to mind on what to do. I'll tell you why, them questing association thingy ma bob is giving away quest points for those who are of willingness to help out. betcha would like some of those que pee, now yea?" 3 3.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 19:18:10 GMT -6
"Theres a prize in it for those who plant the most trees too. Its not a hard job, but may be a bit of extra work." The speaker is lookign right at his cane-staff and his stiffened posture. "Could probably just sit on the ground and scoot about on the butt to plant." Did they realize what they were saying at all? "Come on man, help us out. No cost to your but time. Honest." "No." he responds in a clear voice, but it is accented. The speaker doesn't seem to be cottoning on to the idea that they were quickly becoming unwelcome. "Free. Que pea. Isn't that something everyone wants? Even toss a few of those points towards a hefty amount of credits. Buy some nice shoes or something-" They try to step forward, but Flare's patience, his placity has a set limit. The staff blocks his path. {Go away." he starts in Tumai and finishes in common. 4 4.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 28, 2020 19:38:14 GMT -6
"Dude, just doing my job." the speaker backs up a step from the staff wielding man, who is just noticed to have a tail dragging along behidn him. "Fine, fine. Go about your business. Edge of town." He can hear some choice common words that don't make sense. What was an ear-sat-sss anyhow. Rude human. Flare went on his way then, through town. He might as well get some walking in. Carefully as to not trip and fall on his face again. It wasn't like he was unused to hard labor with a shovel, it just took longer then normal. A few humans passing out saplings and shovels and what not and the people hard at work, either with pets or not, clearning land and planting trees. {Greetings stranger} came the darker skinned human, who waves him over. {Here to join us planting some trees?} A pleasant looking person, but couldn't be picked out of a crowd easily. Unlike Flare, with his paleness, his fiery hair and tail. 5 5.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 5:26:57 GMT -6
{I heard from a rather rough individual that there was some tree planting going on here.} he finally replied. The individual looked pleasantly surprised at hearing the language of the sand. Nor surprised to hear this information. He sighs, running his hand through very sparse length hair. {I told that guy his temper will get the better of him one day. So sorry that my collegue treated you wrong. Means well, but he lays on the persuasion too strong.} Ah, that's true, he thinks. Push the opinion too far and ruin it all. {Something must've interested you, right?} Perhaps a bit of hope in those brown eyes. {I honestly followed my feet.} Flare replied with a slight exhale of humor. Adding more weight to his regular leg and the cane-staff, he shows the other his wooden foot, out of the sandal. Needless to say, this draws the human's interest. {Bet there's a story behind that that I don't want to hear.} he notes, and Flare nods. Good man, keep to yourself on that stuff. 6 6.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 5:32:24 GMT -6
{Were these saplings grown by seed or rooted from twigs?} he turns the topic to the trees themselves. This wasn't something the man appeared able to answer off the top of his head. His eyes squint, mouth frowns, a squished expression of thought and {Uh... seed.} {You're guessing.} A slight smirk inward as Flare let a note of slyness in his rough voice. {Public relations, sir. We advertise and run the event, someone else does all the gardening parts.} He looks a bit sheepish now. {Don't tell my fellows, but I've never actually gotten my hands dirty planting something.} And he called himself a nature lover. How shocking. {Looks good to get a job if you have volunteered doing something, y'know.} {I would not.} {Why? Military core?} A nod. His face reads 'oh' and posture straightens up significantly. Why is it that almost every human man was taller then him...? {Sir. Thank you for your service of the holy city, sir.} 7 7.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 5:37:02 GMT -6
{A-anyway. Please, see our saplings for your quality inspection sir. You appear to know your way around plants.} A small plastic tray of baby saplings was shifted forward for him to see. These were frankly too small to plant yet, in Flare's own opinion. Like they needed another year of being babied in the trays first. Carefully, he leans his staff-cane against the table and uses his fingers to squish out a sapling from the push out spaces of the tray. The roots are barely holding and the dirt clod crumbles in his hand. the tiny tree looks miserable and weak in his fingers. {Uh. Hm. These... are too young, aren't they.} The man looked clearly perturbed by the easiness of leaving the sapling... hell, this was a seedling, being left to die on the table. {Another year for these to be babied is a smarter plan.} Flare told him without missing a beat. He used both hands to sweep up the dirt back into the little tray, but kept the seedling for his collection. He didn't have a sprouting tree seed yet. 8 8.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 5:41:39 GMT -6
{M-my apologies sir. We collected all the sapling trays left out and nobody seemed to tell us otherwise for our event.} 'That you remember or saw' Flare finished the sentence in his head, not wanting to totally humiliate this man. {I have more saplings.} He took the seedling trays away, and brought out a trio of gallon sized plastic buckets, fused together. Foot tall saplings wiggled in place as the man placed them down on the table. His inner planthoarder gardener in full inspection mode, Flare examined everything from the root he could dig out with two fingers to the trunk to the needlelike leaves. {Its a bit far south to plant conifer} he says off hand. {Uh, we do have several types of tree to plant today. Conifers happen to be one of them. This is a very fregrant cedar. Lovely to smell when someone breaks off a sprig.} Oh yes, this was a lovely little cedar. 9 10.20
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Post by Flare on Mar 29, 2020 5:47:42 GMT -6
He got a lot more information from just handling the little tree then he ever imagined to. The cedar's parent tree was a noble tree off to the west, and up to the north. Just before the pine forests began. A humble farm where the short humanoid family grew several different choices of conifer trees, all in rows, and let humans on site of their farm to cut the tree and let them leave with it for a few cords of credits. The trees were well kept, allowed to grow mainly wild on their own, but checked for sizing each year, watered, and kept free of pests. The roots will run deep with these trees, allowing them to drink when the weather is too hot for water to fall from the sky. When ready to seed, this breed would become extremely fregrant and drop their seeds. Birds typically eat the seeds but what does end up rooting is harvested before getting too big. The humans who were running the event had several of these in their choices of tree. {Tree farm to the north-west?} {Uh, yeah. How'd you know?} {...lucky guess.} how DID he know. 10 10.20
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Post by Renathan on Mar 29, 2020 12:17:37 GMT -6
You have rolled a success! Your QP is being added to the bank and your prize will be sent shortly. You may continue roleplaying if you wish!
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