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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 9, 2021 0:52:58 GMT -6
As the scene had ceased to escalate, the lepus' attention drew towards the serpent, as his head inclined, "You may resume, but kindly, please." True to her nature, the serpent did not betray a reaction nor specific intent. A part of her had begun to long for the nest again, doubly so if these intrusions were reason enough to attempt a patrol of her borders. Though, in quite similar sense, the mammalian remaining to continue his work was likewise intrusion of a sort. One she had begrudgingly tolerated, initially. Then, it had become fascination. And the current standing somewhere in between. After all, it was by his allowance the creature were made to leave. Though the same, perhaps, could have been said towards how they arrived in the first place.
Similar to its prior kin, the insect had the sense to bring what it had gathered with it to the barrow. As such there was hardly cause for the lepus to spend an overly extensive amount of time to clean up after.
|64| Summer: 64 Morelle: 15 (4/5) / 12 (4/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 9, 2021 1:19:29 GMT -6
Thus, with the patch ahead of him cleared, it left one final inevitability. Braced against the shovel, the lepus slowly rose to his feet, laborious though the motion was. The pain took some moments to subside, though once it had faded to a milder form, it was easier to walk and move. He pulled the folded burlap along the ground once again, to further focus in on another unworked patch of the overgrown thicket. Though, before he would resume there, the wheelbarrow had to be moved as well.
The approach to it was calm and measured, for he knew the serpent would not appreciate the removed of the slant cover she already possessed. There was no hissing at the approach, but a shift of motion, of coils tightening betrayed a sense of tension. He stepped towards the back of the wheelbarrow, leaned up against the shovel and bowed to peek beneath. Golden eyes stared back at him, from both of the serpent's heads. And they were filled with uncertain unease of the aggravated type.
|65| Summer: 65 Morelle: 16 (0/5) / 13 (0/5)
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Post by Jack on Sept 9, 2021 6:23:20 GMT -6
Not quite a large animal, but a tiny bug nonetheless.
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2021 2:18:01 GMT -6
"I shall have to move this," the lepus addressed the serpent with calm and matter-of-factness. "You may move with it or find additional shelter." The eyes scrutinized quite fiercely, her mind trying to parse meaning from the scene at hand. It was not a simple task, for her mind belonged to the wilder side of creatures than the aware. Words would, thus, offer little context, but her language belonged to the physical. Tones of voice, postures, stances, anything and everything which could read a physical threat, of submission or the rest in between. She could not read the lepus as threatening, though neither was his demeanor relenting. And thus the confusion.
The serpent's eyes darted quick to the patches of nature around her, some close, so distant. It seemed obvious she was seeking additional options, or perhaps suspected a ruse to be afoot. There had already been so many intruders that day.. If one such sat in cover, she could be in danger unknowing.
|66| Summer: 66 Morelle: 16 (1/5) / 13 (1/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2021 3:41:54 GMT -6
In the end, fear outweighed the risk of trust. Where the mammalian was fascinating in quite a number of different aspects, self-preservation ruled above all. It was the nature of most animals, and thus quite natural. The lepus took hold of the wheelbarrow's handles and the contraption creaked slightly to the shift of balance of things within. That was enough. The serpent sprung from beneath the barrow and darted towards the closest thicket of tall grass, disappearing within. Perhaps in the future they might come across mutual understanding and trust.. but such was much too early for that particular day and that particular moment.
Freed to relocate without due drama, the lepus began to push the wheelbarrow towards where the burlap lay. It had been but a few steps, and one potentially fateful one more prevented, that he paused when spotting something within the grass underfoot. A strange form of berries.. Purple, bright and two-headed. Quite curious..
|67| Summer: 67 Morelle: 16 (2/5) / 13 (2/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2021 5:18:15 GMT -6
The similarities were strong with the serpent, though the lepus had no evidence to confirm the suspicion. Perhaps further study of the berries might shed a light to the visual connection, and whether such had any bearing on a physical one. Quite a few botanical pieces of literature had made mention of some garden creatures being able to offer bounty of their own, thus making them more than mere decorations. There had been slight mentions as to which and when though little details towards the bounty itself.
The mammalian placed the berries in the wheelbarrow, more towards the side than where the insects were slumbering, lest their restlessness damage it. Perhaps this berry, among other things, was part of the reason the serpent seemed so adverse to leaving her hiding? If there is worth in the berry to her eyes, he could yet consider leaving it with her, as consolation. As with all things plants, growth would often begin with a seed, after all.
|68| Summer: 68 Morelle: 16 (3/5) / 13 (3/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2021 6:30:51 GMT -6
It was a simple enough matter to relocate the wheelbarrow closer to where he could have resumed the work. With the tools once more within hand reach, the lepus proceeded through the laborious process of kneeling, as pain once more shot up the lame leg. Once settled, he breathed out calm and slow, knowing there were yet many anticipated causes to rise and kneel yet ahead. A moment to adjust the gloves and he then resumed, to begin the weeding of the new area.
The serpent no longer presided within her nesting area and was thus now somewhere within the thicket itself. The lepus attempted to keep a trained ear on where he presumed her to be, but there were many more sounds to interrupt such vigilance out in the open field. In one such case, a smaller insect hopped past the front of his face, a near-miss. The insect appeared more alarmed by this than the lepus, small fronds rattled on its abdomen to produce a crinkle sound.
|69| Summer: 69 Morelle: 16 (4/5) / 13 (4/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 13, 2021 7:34:20 GMT -6
It was not a melody, and could at best be constituted as a noise. Quiet enough to befit such small stature, yet strong enough to add to the natural cacophony of the nature around. Of course, there was no need for such display. The lepus was quite within his mind to leave the small insect alone, presuming it would settle soon enough. With its proximity, it make locating the serpent within the thicket a challenge more than usual, for each sound could be masked by the noise.
Within the moment, the mammalian likewise had a recognition. The stem of the plant it had landed on appeared quite familiar. The lepus reached out, gently shooing the small insect to continue its prior course. Parting the tall grass around, he was able to reach towards the root of the stem and pull up the plant. A bright orange root emerged, giving proof to the suspicion that yet another carrot was growing there.
|70| (counted) Summer: 70 Morelle: 17 (0/5) / 14 (0/5)
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Post by Jack on Sept 13, 2021 12:16:10 GMT -6
Grass and... a bunana?
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 14, 2021 8:39:10 GMT -6
The carrots appeared rather prolific within the garden. The lepus could but have assumed there was once a carrot patch on the grounds and its seeds had spread far and wide across the grounds on the winds. Those which succeeded in settling giving rise to a generational progression and growth further out. Alas, such bounty was certainly beneficial towards filling one's pantry, though served little use outside of a place upon the dinner table. Thus, he placed it in the barrow, minding himself to ensure the basement of the hutch was in proper condition to begin housing produce. Winter would arrive soon enough, but the harvest would occur first, and left untreated many a plant would perish to rot and damp.
The ensuing semblance of quiet allowed him to train his ears forward once more. Minute sounds within the grass suggested the serpent was on the move. Perhaps she had not yet settled on a new hiding place, or, more curiously, was considering returning to the barrow in roundabout fashion, given it's relocation.
|71| Summer: 71 Morelle: 17 (1/5) / 14 (1/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 14, 2021 8:44:39 GMT -6
The lepus should make sure to recall offering the serpent the berry she had presumably lost. The exact time and place for such would have to be carefully chosen, the better to ensure she would not feel threatened enough to neither strike nor flee before the transfer was done. Indeed, the chance remained that she might not wish the berry back at all, and could find greater offence in the offering than being denied its return. The botany books had not been specific on such matters, and the mammalian has long since learned that such matters could only be clarified by attempts.
Before all that could come to pass, the garden awaited further work. It was not long before weeding through the thicket revealed a rather familiar patch of grass. It appeared the carrots, for their prolific nature, hardly held a candle to this curious type of grass, for it appeared to be near everywhere. And unlike the carrot, he had not yet determined the exact nature and use of this type of plant.
|72| Summer: 72 Morelle: 17 (2/5) / 14 (2/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 14, 2021 9:44:19 GMT -6
There was one certainty to the puzzle. The grass had a lovely kind of scent to it, almost sweet, though in a floral manner. If it was not intended for culinary purposes, then perhaps the scent could be utilized in other manners, such as other flowers, lavender chiefly among them, was. Certainly the greenhouse could benefit from such pleasant scents, for the odor of age had remained within well after the renovations were completed. For such a large space, its past would cling to it for some time to come, until properly replaced.
The lepus carefully scooped up the grassy patch, thin roots and all, and transferred it to the wheelbarrow. The greenhouse planets should support growing it, despite the impending shift of the season. In the tall grass beyond, slowly yellowing further with each day, a pair of eyes observed each motion. The serpent did not seek to return to the barrow, for she had left all sense of curiosity towards it behind.
|73| Summer: 73 Morelle: 17 (3/5) / 14 (3/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 14, 2021 9:50:45 GMT -6
Her senses, likewise, could sense to changing of the season, which perception much sharper and well trained to the subtle shifts than the mammalian could ever hope to obtain. After all, for creatures of sunlight and warmth, the dark and the cold were considerable threats. The serpent could remain active for a time after the trees have yellowed, but there was time yet needed to prepare a nest and endure the winter to follow.
Were communications better between then, the lepus could have easily assisted with such. The serpent certainly favoured the firewood piles, though could not comfortable fit there due to her size, comparative to other serpents. Had the lepus known more, he could have simply built her a framework for the nest, for her to refurbish as she wished. But alas, thus was the potential unrealized, for communication between them was still a dialogue with any twists and turns.. Perhaps even involving fangs if he were not careful and end up pushing the nightshade one step too far.
|74| Summer: 74 Morelle: 17 (4/5) / 14 (4/5)
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Post by Evainmoire on Sept 14, 2021 9:55:40 GMT -6
Perhaps in future the times could be different. For now, there was a shaky truce. Acceptance could have become the next step if both could remain cordial, though by no means was achieving it a guarantee. As such, the lepus kept his ear trained on her location, while resuming work. She did not move for some time, and so he could but assumed she had found an acceptable form of cover from which to continue her vigil.
This bothered him little, as there was far greater relief in knowing her location under constant scrutiny, than having it remain mystery. He would resume his work, clearing out more of the weeds from the tall grass, and even chancing upon yet another of the strange fruits. The wheelbarrow had quite a collection of them thus far. It was beginning to become a point of curiosity to see how many of the different types could truly exist, as the options seemed to include a fair many styles of shade, and even some patterns.
|75| Summer: 75 Morelle: 18 (0/5) / 15 (0/5)
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Post by Jack on Sept 17, 2021 21:26:11 GMT -6
It's been raining for so long, you could swear you would be a fish by now. The mud has turned into marsh, and the puddles lakes. The little rivets of water have been turning into rivers, and absolutely everything is soaked. Surely soon the rain will stop, but hopefully in the meantime your plants don't drown.
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