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Post by Nadia on Nov 22, 2021 12:52:18 GMT -6
You felt a little breeze blow past... but that's the extent of the activity for the moment. Quietness is not necessarily a bad thing, but it's not great, either...
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 7, 2022 7:06:37 GMT -6
As arduous as the passage of time, the seasons give little quarter to the changes they, in turn, bring with them. Fall had become winter, as gradually and inevitably as glaciers would become the sea. In such spirit, the garden became a world of stillness and quiet, as most residents sought to slumber away the cold, beneath a soft blanket of pale white snow. It was a time where the lepus had little work to do with he garden itself. What plants would grow were well hidden beneath the snow. What furrows could be dug were hardened to that of stone. No more gathering of leaves, for they provided life-saving insulation for a myriad of insects and small beasts beneath the snow.
Indeed, it was a time of quiet and contemplation, to plan for the coming spring and to enjoy such reprise as nature was able to offer. Though, not quite all residents remained slumbering.
|1| Winter: 1 Ceylon: 4 (1/5) / 0 (1/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 14, 2022 5:18:19 GMT -6
A sparse few would have remained awake, to spite the cold and the snow. One such was the regent of the garden in name only, for titles mattered little to such beings as plants. The regality was a subject of much discourse as well, for the evergreen held a crown and scepter, yet seemed unaware what each were for, or what they became symbols for. To a learned man, they were the symbols of power, of a degree of divine right or law, to bestow upon the bearer responsibilities beyond mere common man. To the evergreen, they seemed as more tools to achieve food and protection than anything so sacred.
Such duality was fascinating, and the lepus sought to learn more from the regal plant animal. The research was of academic nature, but it offered the ample opportunity to pair it with field work and a more practical side task with which to achieve it.
|2| Winter: 2 Ceylon: 4 (2/5) / 0 (2/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 14, 2022 6:47:19 GMT -6
The plant animal remained elusive throughout the year, regardless of the present season. Whether an inherent nature for the mysterious or simply an uncertain sense to its surroundings, the evergreen did not portray such traits which could count as sociable by many measures with which these animals could be measured by. Thus, winter presented an opportunity to begin the observation, for the white blanket of snow made places sparse for someone evergreen to find recluse in. There was also opportunity for pre-text, to assure the animal the lepus merely meant to tend the garden as to settled any anxious nature it might portray.
It came to be that the snow had fallen more heavily for the past two days, thus covering many of the garden paths with a soft, near velvet blanket, if it weren't so quick to pack and melt come a change in temperature. Such paths included the one which led past the orchard of berry trees just beyond the greenhouse.
|3| Winter: 3 Ceylon: 4 (3/5) / 0 (3/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 14, 2022 7:02:22 GMT -6
It was the practical side of the task to clear away excess snow from the paths leading away from the greenhouse, for it was a vital place for many plants to survive the frigid cold of the winter season. Both animal and regular plants could safely spend the time within a warmed space. And should any garden inhabitants seek a means to warm themselves as well, the path needed to be a means to do so. The lepus began from the greenhouse side and swept the snow left-to-right across the path, to the mounds stacked high on either side. As it had been the path most worked, it was little effort to sweet clear only the snow of the last few days.
Beyond the crossroads towards the fountain the snow grew thicker, and there he needed to bring along a shovel in the broom's stead. The labour was not something preferred, on account of the leg, but one which could not be avoided.
|4| Winter: 4 Ceylon: 4 (4/5) / 0 (4/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 14, 2022 7:07:25 GMT -6
An audience was soon to arrive, as the snow began being thrown one side to another. Among the bare fruit trees, with nary a leaf left standing on the branches, there was none the less a greenness. The evergreen, true to its name, did not change as the seasons did, making him stand as stark contrast to the white surrounding him. Even as snow powdered the plant animal's flanks and head, the colours shone true. Quite amusingly, the lepus seemed, by contrast, rather well suited to the opposite, of blending with the pale monotone surroundings, as his fur matched the brightness of the snow, while the attired remained within muted tones.
In order to avoid startling the animal, the lepus resumed clearing out the path through the garden, not yet wishing to intrude upon the orchard. A lesson which had been learned from the nightshade - It was best to allow the animal to accustom to his presence first, before approaching near.
|5| Winter: 5 Ceylon: 5 (0/5) / 1 (0/5)
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Post by Nadia on Feb 22, 2022 22:24:54 GMT -6
Winter is not a fruitful season... and that is apparent in the lack of bounty in the garden.
[Nothing happens.]
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 25, 2022 5:24:04 GMT -6
To no surprise, the eyes which followed the path of his progress were quite wary. While the evergreen remained quite visible, the attempt of concealing one's self certainly still remained. First towards the trunks of the orchard trees, though bare as they were, it was hardly quantifiable as cover. Then to the snow banks among the bushes and hedges lining the sides. Taller, yet angled in such awkward ways as to allow line of sight if one stood within the correct angle.
A manner of game, befitting one working off of one's own survival instincts. Most such prey classed animals could only hope to survive through hiding rather than seeking. This made the lepus a variable the evergreen did not yet know how to treat. The line between friend and foe ran thin indeed within the animal kingdom, and mistakes in such determination could well become costly to the one doing the deciding.
|6| Winter: 6 Ceylon: 5 (1/5) / 1 (1/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 25, 2022 5:28:59 GMT -6
There was little the lepus could to assure him his own intent was far from hostile. To converse with the animal would have been difficult, as he shared no concept of civilised language. In the same manner, the lepus did not properly grasp the intricacies of beastial form and tone, though he understood that within many even a small change of posture could affect a change in attitude, even display it.
The inherent struggle to define such was the sheer multitude of 'language' that existed between beasts, for each had their own mannerisms and indications. To be sure, certain crossover did exist, and it was on such that the lepus hoped to emphasise. By appearing calm and making fewer sudden movements, even avoiding recognizing the evergreen's presence, he hoped to convey a sense of harmlessness. He was merely here to perform a task, and nothing more, even if in truth he hopes to learn throughout it.
|7| Winter: 7 Ceylon: 5 (2/5) / 1 (2/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 25, 2022 5:33:47 GMT -6
The path up to the orchard was cleared in due time, though the motions of the lepus steadily grew slower. It was not want to strength of arms, but rather the strength of feet, as such rigorous work inevitably began to bring about a familiar soreness in his leg, the ever constant companion of his condition. As ever present as it was unpredictable, leaving many tasks reliant on the time frame which existed between one pain and the next.
For a few moments, the lepus paused to lean upon the shovel, a breather to recover as much as to wait for the soreness to decide its further course. It would pass within some moments, or it could linger for a longer time. As of yet, no remedy seemed to work against it, even those supposed to dull the pain. What injury was had appeared to quite well defy the conventional sense of medicine.
|8| Winter: 8 Ceylon: 5 (3/5) / 1 (3/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 25, 2022 5:37:53 GMT -6
The gaze of the evergreen took no breathers of his own, as he remained poorly hidden among the row of hedges. The lepus needed to but turn his head to see the stark green against pale white, but he avoided doing so. Lest the evergreen notice and become spooked, retreating further away. In its stead, the lepus kept an eye trained upon the direction, for hint of sounds and movement. Such fresh snow could easily mask footsteps, if one knew how to step, but the evergreen was not likely to be quite so stealthy on his feet.
Indeed, it was not long after that the ears picked up not footsteps, but the faint rustling of needles against needles, as the evergreen decided to shift his position. While his feet trailed through the soft snow blanket well enough, the greenery of its back inevitably still made noise, thus alerting the lepus to his movements.
|9| Winter: 9 Ceylon: 5 (4/5) / 1 (4/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Feb 25, 2022 5:42:16 GMT -6
The sound indicated the evergreen had moved back towards the bare fruit trees, likely to take cover behind their trunks once more. The lepus remained focused on his own issues for that time being, rubbing the side of the leg to ease the soreness, and thankfully feeling it pass. A fortunate turn of events, for it meant he did not have to cut the day so short.
With such issues handled, he could resume the shovelling of snow, continuing down what was a paved path in warmer times. In such dead of winter, it was but a blanket of white, thicker in some parts more so than others. There was little cause to clear the snow from all the garden for spring and warmer weathers would do just such, but he wished to keep the paths themselves clear, if nothing else. With little else needing tending, winter seemed the ample time to reacquaint one's self with the denizens of the garden itself.
|10| (counted) Winter: 10 Ceylon: 6 (0/5) / 2 (0/5)
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 26, 2022 15:35:02 GMT -6
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Post by Evainmoire on Mar 1, 2022 11:37:03 GMT -6
As the snow was thrown to one side of the path or the other, the evergreen appeared to grow ever more nervous. The lepus could not fathom the cause, for his own approach largely ran merely parallel to the evergreen's habitat, and thus it could not be assume he was about to cross it. The nightshade had seemed quite defensive of hers, but the evergreen had not prior shown similar characteristics beyond seeming merely skittish within the company of people. As one who had little experience in such, this trait could not have been considered a fault of his person.
Then and there, the mood of it had distinctly changed, as the lepus gradually drew closer to the pile of snow bordering the orchard. A few small bushes had been planted there early on in the garden's restoration, though they were little more than round mounds of pale snow then, buried and unseen.
|11| Winter: 11 Ceylon: 6 (1/5) / 2 (1/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Mar 1, 2022 11:41:42 GMT -6
From the corner of his eye and from the tilt of his ear, the lepus could see the evergreen sneak ever closer to them, and hear it ever more nervously rattle its needles. It was not loud enough to constitute a warning, and the evergreen's manner certainly did not befit a threat either. More so than anything else, it appeared to have been based on fear, perhaps even concern. What a strange thought to muse upon.. A creature of nature, showing compassion to other forms of it, even if he possessed the ability to rationalize to an extent and the plants did not?
Another possibility was also viable. The location it was moving towards could have well been important. A nest, perhaps? Or merely a burrow where it would feel more safe, one of many? It would not have surprised him if the evergreen kept a cache of stores for the winter, as so many other beasts did.
|12| Winter: 12 Ceylon: 6 (2/5) / 2 (2/5)
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