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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 14:00:14 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 14:00:42 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 14:01:42 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 14:01:58 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 14:02:22 GMT -6
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 21:48:03 GMT -6
shortly after meade's breaking...'Dragon's Meadow', aside from being redundantly named, was an 'agricultural' feat that the satyr was more than proud of. The project started well before Meade had been in need of breaking, the idea having initially taken root as Lethalia realized she may need a safe space away from the more aggressive hens and hatchlings. Age would likely be the cure to Meade's shy streak, and possibly even the fix for her awkwardness around other sarane. A lovely cozy space for the hen to mature and get the opportunity to blossom like the satyr knew she could. Having the benefit of starting with a naturally flowering field upon her property meant that the satyr's nearly black thumb couldn't kill the entire field without immense effort. It was as good of place as any for the delicate youngling to hide out before she grew a bit more backbone of her own. Meade lv|24.1 ly|23.1 spring|1 AsOzT5rG
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 22:14:23 GMT -6
Labs-grown flora and fauna were, naturally, the only thing easy to get one's hands on around here - so she got the biggest sack of 'wildflower' seed she possibly could from town. They said she could just spread the seeds and watch it grow with water, so... even she shouldn't mess this one up. Younger Meade had watched the meadow proceedings with such eagerness, getting under Lethalia's hooves at every tilled metre, fistful of seeds, and hose-lugging she could. The hen had a knack for knowing when she'd be the most inconvenient underhoof. Lethalia was quite proud of herself for her first real agricultural undertaking. She stood and beamed at the clearing - it would be lush with flowers in no time at all! Positivity aside - spouts popped their seed-capped green heads up as she posed proudly in front of the freshly seeded garden. The satyr's smile faltered, while Meade was beside herself with restless excitement. spring|2 S5xj29zh
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 22:19:04 GMT -6
Lethalia had to tear herself away upon realizing she could stand upon the precipice of the meadow and see the stalks inch higher in real time. Meade remained to watch all of her new friends grow with rapt attention. Flower heads cropped up on the second morning, turning bright faces towards the sun as though they had been unnoticed wildflowers all along. It only proved that the original meadow had already had the labs' touch, considering how closely the new blooms resembled their pre-planted predecessors. Lab-sourced flora overtook the originals in a matter of days with specimens larger, heartier and brighter than the last. (The bag had mentioned they were the latest version engineered. That makes all lesser versions obsolete, of course!) The next week, she had a fully fledged sarane fruit tree with what felt like cryingly little input from her own hands. Seeds scatted onto the earth by her own hand, now rose goosebumps on her arms whenever she walked by the meadow. spring|3 pdPTIt6P
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Post by Lethalia on May 2, 2022 22:24:44 GMT -6
Meade adored her new flower field when she was first presented with it, and the satyr tended to default to her critters to feel anything 'wrong' about something. It was always their instinct, rather than hers, that got them out of tight spaces elsewhere. With that in mind Leth didn't want to doubt Meade's intuition, but wasn't there still something off about these plants? Whatever Lethalia's transgressions over her own meadow garden, the fledgling hen took to the meadow in the day it took it to flourish. It took quite a lot longer for the hen herself to really... flourish, but the meadow meant the perfect safe haven for that to happen. It'd been a great place for Meade to recover after her breaking, something soft and familiar like a baby blanket. Leth had hoped even the adult hen would enjoy the garden, for all very much not soft that breaking had been. spring|4 5h5UPTw2
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Yang
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Post by Yang on May 3, 2022 22:11:29 GMT -6
Something can be gleaned not far from where you stand...
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Post by Lethalia on Jun 21, 2022 13:31:15 GMT -6
Leth's back had a nebulous pattern in black and blue from shoulder to tail after that; Meade had to of ended up strained and scuffed in a few ways that only time would mend. As much as the satyr would've liked to have checked in on Meade more thoroughly, the hen seemed pretty deeply upset by the entire ordeal. She'd always been a sensitive soul, the sweet one surely needed some time to recover in more way than one. The poor little thing was so rattled she couldn't bear to even look at Leth whenever the woman made her daily visits; Meade would turn her tail the moment the humanoid came visible in the distance. Not that the satyr would admit to being such a sensitive soul, but the fact that she'd hurt a little one she'd raised so thoroughly... It pained her heart so much, she couldn't stop visiting the sullen little brat just to check in. Meade lv|25 ly|24 spring|5
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Post by Jack on Jun 21, 2022 14:18:41 GMT -6
Well... that doesn't look right.
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