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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 21:04:34 GMT -6
Weeds were rather stubborn to pull out of the ground. Poetry helped by eating them and making sure that there were fewer weeds for her to pull. Leafy wasn’t sure if it was healthy for the Equillion to be eating the weeds, but she seemed fine so far. The girl continued to work on the weeds, taking a brief moment’s break to wipe the sweat away from her brow. She made sure not to get dirt on herself, but that was a rather difficult thing to do. She was in a garden full of soil. She expected to get dirty. Poetry pawed at the ground, digging small holes as she played in the soil. Leafy smiled at the sight. She wondered if she could train the Equillion to dig holes where she needed. She was still a bit young to be trained to perform precise tricks like that for the moment.
(Poetry 5 1/5, 10 1/5)
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Post by Jack on May 27, 2019 21:06:06 GMT -6
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 21:11:35 GMT -6
Gardening could be rather soothing. It was backbreaking work that made her muscles ached, but it was also weirdly relaxing. She needed to take frequent breaks in order to look for interesting plants and to rest. Her eyes caught an interesting pile of plants. She gathered them up before Poetry could get to them. The Equillion was annoyed for a moment before Leafy pointed out a separate area filled with edible plants. It was easy enough to distract a baby pet with food. She turned back to the weeds, determined to eradicate the area of every last one of them. It would be a bit difficult to do by herself, but she could only keep trying and see how far she progressed. Most of the weeds pulled free with enough force, but there were some that were trickier to remove. One in particular was rather tall and full of the sharpest thistles.
(Poetry 5 2/5, 10 2/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 21:25:29 GMT -6
The weed was so tall that Leafy was tempted to find a way to cut it down first. But if she did that, it might be even more difficult to remove the root. That was the key to getting rid of weeds, removing the root from the soil. If there were still sections of root in the soil, the weed would be able to grow back fairly easily. Poetry seemed interested in the weed as well. She knew she couldn’t eat it considering it was covered in thistles. It was incredible how creatures had that sort of instinct for those sorts of things. Leafy had some knowledge about gardening, but most of that had come from experience and what she had read in books. She kneeled in the soil and grabbed the base of the weed. She then began to tug it free from the soil, frowning when it remained stuck in the soil.
(Poetry 5 3/5, 10 3/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 21:31:06 GMT -6
She was going to need to apply more force. It was times like these when she wished she had a stronger pet with her that could do all the heavy lifting. Poetry could maybe help, but trying to get her to do so would be a difficult task in itself. She was better off focusing all of her energy on weeding the garden. She got up onto her feet in a crouching position. She balanced one of her feet against the ground and got ready to push upwards with the other. When she was ready, she gripped the base of the weed and used the momentum from standing up to pull it free from the soil. She grinned gleefully as she shook soil free from its root. She tossed the weed to the side where it could then decompose and release its nutrients back into the soil. The only good thing a weed could do.
(Poetry 5 4/5, 10 4/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 27, 2019 21:41:42 GMT -6
There was a sizeable hole where the weed had been, but Leafy couldn’t see any bits of root. She considered it a success and began to move on to the next task. There were a few surrounding rosebushes that looked as though they had been damaged by the weeds. Without the weeds, they would now have enough room to grow freely in the sunlight. When the weeds got tall, they shaded the other plants, effectively stealing sunlight from them. Poetry sniffed at the weed that she had already pulled out, taking care not to prick herself on the thistles. The Equillion seemed to take a liking to plants, even the ones that she didn’t eat. Leafy wondered if it had something to do with her parentage. She didn’t know who the Equillion’s mother was exactly, but the flowered antlers indicated an earthen aspect. Perhaps that explained why Poetry seemed at home in the garden.
(Poetry 6, 11)
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Post by Renathan on May 27, 2019 23:03:26 GMT -6
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Post by Leafy on May 28, 2019 10:54:13 GMT -6
Leafy jerked her hand back in surprise. Surrounding her was a whole bounty of different garden plants. She gathered them up, thankful for the haul. She made sure that Poetry wasn’t able to get to any of the plants. She was glad that she had found so many interesting plants. They would do well to go towards her collection for the Pachee Pollen Project. She had enough of some plants to get a special surprise, but she was waiting before she could gather six of the same colour. If she was going to collect all possible outcomes, she’d need to collect all the colours. Poetry was busy investigating the weed that she had pulled out of the ground. Leafy was glad that there was something that could distract the Equillion while she gathered up all the plants. When she was done, she turned back to continue tending to her garden.
(Poetry 6 1/5, 11 1/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 28, 2019 22:19:25 GMT -6
Leafy liked tending to the roses. Roses were conventionally beautiful and it was easy to see how much hard work went into them. The plants were rewarding when they bloomed and during the summer months, roses tended to bloom a lot. They weren’t like cherry blossoms which would only appear once per year. Leafy took a second to admire the roses. The closer she got, the easier it was to smell the flowers. She inhaled deeply, appreciating the flowery scent as it filled her nostrils. Poetry pawed at the ground, searching for more interesting plants to eat. Leafy stepped closer to one of the larger rosebushes. This one seemed fairly tall and healthy looking. That didn’t mean that she could get away with ignoring it. The plant would still need taking care of. She started by pruning the leaves, cutting away the brown and sickly bits. Then she sprayed the leaves with fungal repellent.
(Poetry 6 2/5, 11 2/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 29, 2019 15:05:12 GMT -6
Fungal infestations could wipe out an entire garden if one wasn’t careful about managing it. Bugs could also pose a problem if infestations grew out of control. She was lucky that the biggest enemy to roses were aphids. It would have been a lot more problematic if she had to fight off some sort of poisonous bugs. She had done a quest before that had required her to squish some caterpillars. She hoped that her garden wouldn’t become infested like that, but there was no predicting what would happen. She frowned for a second, her garden very well could be infested by those same caterpillars and she might not even know it. Poetry might be able to kick a few caterpillars and take them up. Besides, she had already dealt with an infestation, another one would be no sweat! She kind of wanted something exciting to happen. She could always go looking for adventure.
(Poetry 6 3/5, 11 3/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 29, 2019 16:55:50 GMT -6
“It would be fun if we could go find some bugs to squish!” Leafy declared.
Poetry glanced up at the sound of her voice. She didn’t quite understand what the girl wanted to do, but she picked up on her enthusiasm. She stood up tall and flicked her tail back and forth. Leafy grinned at her and set down the gardening supplies. The roses were looking pretty decent now and if she wanted to, she could always come back later to finish things up. For now, she wanted to explore the rest of the garden. She glanced around, searching for the most interesting place to head towards. In the distance was a cluster of fruit trees that might make a good snack before an adventure. From what she knew about Equillion, they liked eating fruit as a nice treat as well. She wanted to try giving Poetry some apples to see how she liked them.
(Poetry 6 4/5, 11 4/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 29, 2019 18:35:41 GMT -6
Leafy decided that taking Poetry over to try some fruit was an excellent idea. It would be easy enough to get to the fruit trees. There didn’t appear to be any major obstacles in the way. Her main obstacle would be wrangling a baby pet over there. Equillion were herd animals which made them a bit easier to deal with, but a foal would still be a lot of trouble. Poetry was a rather energetic baby. She liked to do things she knew she wasn’t supposed to. She was stubborn too which Leafy found herself having to deal with at the moment. She could see fruit growing from the trees, but she was still too far away to identify what it was precisely. She touched the Equillion’s back and began to steer her towards the fruit trees. She was more compliant with her guidance, though it would still take them a bit to get there.
(Poetry 7, 12)
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Post by Jack on May 29, 2019 18:38:46 GMT -6
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Post by Leafy on May 31, 2019 20:23:01 GMT -6
Before they had even reached the fruit trees, the two of them came across a plethora of plants that Leafy knew she needed for her collection. She thankfully had her backpack with her that she could use to store all of the neat things she found. Without it, she risked Poetry getting into them and eating them entirely. She didn’t want all of her hard work to go towards the Equillion’s lunch. Besides, there was plenty of things around that she could eat and Leafy was perfectly content with her eating. It was partly why they were headed over to the fruit trees right now. Fruit wasn’t particularly valuable, so they could eat as much as it as they wanted to without fear of destroying profit. Poetry seemed content to meander along. Leafy supposed she could try motivating the Equillion to move forward with food, but she didn’t want to overfeed the creature.
(Poetry 7 1/5, 12 1/5)
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Post by Leafy on May 31, 2019 21:10:14 GMT -6
Poetry was growing more accustomed to her. It made Leafy rather happy that the little foal was starting to trust her more. She felt giddy at the thought. The day was pleasant which made the walk over towards the fruit trees feel comfortable. Leafy was glad that it was so sunny. It made her certain that the summer months promised to be decent this year. She stretched her arms far above her head, soaking in the sun. She could try doing some proper gardening, but exploring was a good option too. They reached the fruit trees after a bit of a walk. When they arrived, Leafy noticed that they had a huge array of fruit to choose from. Leafy spotted an apple tree first. It seemed like a good way to introduce Poetry to fruit. She spotted the largest apple on the tree and set out to climb the tree until she could reach it.
(Poetry 7 2/5, 12 2/5)
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