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Post by Renathan on May 18, 2020 20:54:56 GMT -6
Of course, he probably would have rehearsed it a bit too, if he had been the one that needed some kind of help and had to figure out who to ask based on non-sight cues. The mammalian tilted his head, one of his long ears flopping over, and he sighed, looking at Auburn rather pointedly from behind his mask. 'What did we get ourselves into?' He asked the creature, in his head. Of course she didn't hear him, but she did feel his frustration. This walk was going on forever, her garden was at the longest end of the row, after all. The elderly woman was still going on and on, which was fine he guessed. This was probably the highlight of her week, giant aggressive nyssa or no. Hopefully he wouldn't have to do this wild goose chase nonsense over and over again the next few months. Would the questing association allow that?
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Post by Renathan on May 18, 2020 20:57:40 GMT -6
Renathan wasn't even sure if he would be surprised if the questing association did allow something like that. Did quest givers even have to pay to be able to get the quests in? That was when it occurred to Renathan that maybe this was the Labs City's version of public well fare. It would make sense- now that he thought about it. Some people just weren't able to do some of this stuff, like the elderly that needed housework done, or whatever else he'd seen up on the board before but didn't personally take himself. Beastmasters did tend to take the more 'beast oriented' stuff, after all, unless it was a slow month. Renathan gave Auburn a quick pat, to keep her singing and not making faces at the poor elderly lady. She was probably just super lonely, like Renathan thought earlier. Auburn was preening her wing for a moment, and started a bit when Renathan patted her.
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Post by Renathan on May 19, 2020 23:39:29 GMT -6
Even Auburn was on edge at this point! Renathan wasn't sure if they had entered some kind of alternate universe where the time was stopped and they would have to walk in an endless loop listening to an old lady talk about things that Renathan had no idea about, as politely as possible, or if this was ever going to end. His nerves were getting frayed, and Auburn's were in turn, and because they were emotionally linked (and otherwise due to her being his familiar), they sort of rebounded off of one another's frayed nerves until neither one of them was really doing okay. However, before either of them could really snap, there was a release in anxiety from Renathan when he caught visual (though still quite far ahead) of the garden in question. He wondered vaguely if the woman was going to tell him, when they got there, whether or not there was actually a nyssa to be concerned about or not!
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Post by Renathan on May 19, 2020 23:42:33 GMT -6
So far, so good though. Though Renathan's nerves were thoroughly trounced at this point, and Auburn was probably going to require some extra treats for dealing with it all today, the russet mammalian was sure that there wasn't actually a nyssa. They'd totally have heard it stomping around for sure by now, right? Or would they have heard it's giant snores? Depending on how much nyssa tended to grow during a year, it could be even more large than what it had been before. Even if there was a big ole nyssa somewhere around here, the mammalian was convinced that his trusty familiar could totally freeze it and make it go away. Nyssa were probably weak against cold? Right? Renathan didn't actually own a Nyssa so he wasn't sure if they were or not. Perhaps that would be a good species to add to his menagerie? Or at least his garden. Huh, that was something to think about, he thought!
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Post by Renathan on May 19, 2020 23:45:01 GMT -6
The gap closed itself slowly but surely, between Renathan and the garden that was their goal. Maybe once he got there the elderly lady would let them free? He couldn't help but feel bad that he was so stressed about the entire thing. She really was just an old lady, if not an especially cooky one, and of course she was also blind. She didn't seem to have any family around, either. What a shame! She was probably so lonely all the time that she had to find excused to speak with practical strangers, like him. Maybe it would be better for her to start putting quests in for friends, instead of possibly imaginary nyssa threats! Renathan breathed out a sigh of relief, that was hopefully not too audible to the elderly woman, and patted Auburn when they got there. "Looks like we're here! So, where is the Nyssa?" He asked her, his voice light and airy.
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Post by Jack on May 21, 2020 21:04:18 GMT -6
A loud thump echoed through the garden. That sounded... ominous.
(nothing happens, posts 13-18)
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:18:52 GMT -6
Renathan sighed. He was already beyond tired of this and just wanted to go home. Why had he decided to come out and do a quest today? Just so he could be talked at by a dry nutty old lady until his ears stopped working? It was absolutely frustrating, and he was certainly not happy about it. However, the garden was right there, and he was going to be able to at least prove that the nyssa was not there and get out of there. Maybe they would go back to the questing board, or maybe he would just go home and try again some other time. Sure, he didn't have a lot of time to do this kind of nonsense, but maybe another day and the kooky old lady wasn't going to be there to bother him. While Renathan was pondering this, Auburn cuddled into his neck. The woman was saying something or another else, now.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:22:10 GMT -6
Renathan was pretty much zoned out by this point. He could barely hear the old woman. His long ears were more focused on the general noises that were occurring in the garden. The wind filtered through sun-warmed leaves that dappled the ground with sun. If poetry had a nonverbal sound, this was certainly it. Renathan could also hear it through Auburn's fluffy and feathery wings. He felt a shiver as she produced a bit of cold. The breeze fell over his own fur, lifting a few of his braids. The elderly woman was still speaking. In a moment where Renathan would otherwise have been incredibly frustrated, the mammalian was finding the beauty of nature. He and the Elderly woman walked into her garden. He couldn't help but give a chuckle when he saw her small house, shaped like a shoe with tons of potted plants all around it. There was a central tree in the middle of the boot that had grown larger since last year.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:26:14 GMT -6
The garden itself was a quaint little thing from the first glance. A nice cleared out space with a cute little vegetable garden that the elderly woman undoubtedly used as some kind of a food source. Lots of bright tomatoes, not quite ripe, were on the vines at the moment, but Renathan could see peppers of all kinds, onion plants, and a box for growing mushrooms in the back (he had one of those in his own garden) but her garden was mostly identified by two other things; one of which was the little jibiji houses that she had everywhere. They were made out of a variety of eccentric bits and bobs. An old hollow grandfather clock sits haphazardly with half of it in the ground, and the top a little house for a jibiji nest. Gourds were strung up between the trees, interspersed with hanging laundry. A few actual birdhouses that looked quite old were constructed.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:35:21 GMT -6
Renathan was aware that somewhere in the background of his attentions, the elderly woman was babbling to one of her many, MANY jibiji. So many jibiji were flying around. Auburn bristled up in excitement and looked thoroughly like she wanted to join in. Renathan gave her a look that said 'go ahead', and because she was so very used to him, she took flight- her wings beating against the air excitedly. Renathan watched her with some amount of happiness. For some reason, just being in the garden was nice. He'd have to visit his more often, soon enough. He needed to be able to unwind like this more often. The jibijis that were owned by the very overspoken older woman played with the izer that was once a jibiji in the sky, wheeling about in increasingly ridiculous acrobatics, Renathan almost chuckled when Auburn just about fell out of the sky when a little jibiji hit her wing just right.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:37:43 GMT -6
The puffball was hardly the size of a cotton boll, and Auburn was thoroughly insulted, but with Renathan's keen eye, didn't retaliate and instead wheeled down in a circle to sit upon his shoulder again and sulk. She hid her face beneath her wing for a moment, and then pretended like she was only preening, while staring at the little birds above. Renathan fought the urge to jibe at Auburn, because he knew that if he opened his mouth that it might be rude (especially when it had nothing to do with the elderly woman's conversation, which he still did not know what was about any more than he had twenty minutes ago) to the elderly woman who was still going on at the mouth. Finally, Renathan decided that he was going to look at the last thing he had noted in the gardens that made this individual's gardens so special- Bonsai trees.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 1:41:53 GMT -6
There were bonsai trees EVERYWHERE. In pots, of varying weirdness levels ranging from 'just a clay pot' to 'why does that pot look like a little kid urinating- oh wait it must have been a repurposed fountain' and then going straight to odds and ends just like the jibiji homes. There were boots with bonsai trees in them. Teapots, like the ones she gave away last year. Even strange little cups of all kinds including both fancy china and novelty coffee mugs. It was absolutely stunning in that atrocious but oddly gorgeous kind of way. Renathan even spied a bonsai growing out of a sarane skull. That made him shudder a bit. Auburn calmed him with a quick wing, unsure of what was bothering him but caring all the same. Now that he was paying attention, Renathan could see tons of little pocketpets scurrying from one end of the area to another, between all the bonsais.
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Post by Jack on May 22, 2020 18:36:33 GMT -6
The little pocketpets scurrying around didn't seem to care that there was someone there, maybe it was their weak minds?
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 19:13:28 GMT -6
Renathan was tired. He was annoyed with the constant jabbering, and getting bored staring everything around him down. Tired of Auburn's antics. Tired of everything. However, he had to keep going, at least until this woman either admitted that there was no nyssa, or actually stopped talking long enough to tell him where the dang thing was. Either way, he probably wasn't going to be happy for a long time over this. Renathan tapped his toes on one foot on the soft grass. He crossed his arms over his chest. He breathed in, trying to stay calm, clinging to any modicum of any amount of kindness and goodness in his heart, but it was really, really starting to strain on him. He swallowed, forcing the growl that was rising up in his throat back down, to keep the annoying elderly lady from hearing his frustration. At least she was blind and couldn't see him.
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Post by Renathan on May 22, 2020 19:16:14 GMT -6
'I am probably the most unlucky quester this month...' Renathan complained to himself mentally. What other individual would have worse? Sure there were other quests he wouldn't take in the month due to being things that weren't really his favorite thing to do (like cooking or cleaning or whatever- usually it was older people that needed that anyway, and admittedly, he'd been trying to avoid being around people during quests the best he could in general so that he didn't have to make a lot of small talk. He made small talk at work all day and he was just exhausted even thinking about it!) but this month was really the pits. He didn't want to have to listen to this older woman all day! However, he kindly nodded and smiled and agreed whenever she offered him tea, and he patted Auburn as he followed her over to her house in her little garden. [26]
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