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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2014 10:10 am
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The days were getting colder and the dried husks of plants rustled in the cool breeze of the later months. Calder enjoyed the cold water of a nearby stream on his tongue and about his legs, but while the runs were brisk now, he did like coming back to Barth's room to cuddle. Leave it to a sloth demon to keep you warm and comforted on windy days.
As it was, the later months had ripening berries and drying plants, and Calder, despite his love of hunting, fishing, and cooking, still loved his free-reign greens.
His garden patch in the woods was near gone now, but he pawed the earth and ate a few small carrots that somehow managed to escape his previous snack times.
The white mare pawed at the dirt before pulling out another slender carrot, a bit too ripe, and chewing on it happily.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 5:38 pm
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She walked slowly, feeling the wind dance along the edges of her dress, digging her toes into the cold ground with each step.The forest would be sleepier soon, the plants filled with the memory of sunlight and warmth. Hollandaise always felt a little lonelier as winter approached. Wrapping her arms around herself, she winced, feeling her ribs twinge. That boil, in the house.. she shook her head, unwilling to think about things that hurt. So far, she'd spent so much of her time here escaping. It was pathetic; she was pathetic. On silent feet, she ducked around a tree, fingers trailing lovingly against the rough bark. When she looked up, she paused, struck by the sight in front of her.
"Oh, how gorgeous," she breathed. The mare was so white she almost glowed - something pure-looking and sweet. There had been horses in her forests, and more that took on their form. The mare munched on a carrot and Hollandaise noted the upturned ground. "Hello - is this... your garden? Uh... if you are not a horse, that is." She shrugged and moved closer, struck by a strange want to stroke that shimmering mane. The garden could maybe use some tending... or protection from the mare.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 6:51 pm
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The garden was not hers exactly as she didn't own the land, but it was hers by her planting things there only. Most of the stuff she grew didn't last long due to her impatient stomach, but it had given her some sweet treats when she was out for a run and allowed herself to forget about the garden long enough for it to produce something.
At the voice, her ears perked and she rolled the end of a carrot stub around her mouth before chewing the last part and swallowing. "Aye." She said.
The girl looked like a faun and he was instantly wary of her. Most fauns he knew that lived around his home had teased him or ignored him, and he still felt the sting of their merciless games and insults to this day.
"Not a horse. Kelpie." Calder informed, though she did flick her tail. "But I look like it. That's da trick."
The urge to pet her was not uncommon. It was the entire point of her mare form, to lure prey to her, to drive that impulse and thrill to go near a beautiful yet strange unknown, and to, once close, ride her.
Lowering her head, she pawed at the ground again, sniffing the ground before nipping the grass and pulling out another thin, nearly shriveled carrot.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 12:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:51 pm
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Hollandaise's eye widened as Calder spoke of her leaves being delicious. Abruptly, she jerked away, hands coming up to cover her shoulders. When she spoke, her voice was a wary creak.
"I am not food! No one is allowed to eat me." Which, if she were honest, Hollandaise might think of all the times she'd swayed towards a predator, fascinated by the sharp gleam of teeth. she might think of the nights she spent shivering, wondering if something hunted her from the shadows. She might think of those times and consider that maybe, just maybe, she might make excellent prey. Of course, that didn't mean Hollandaise wanted to be prey. More specifically, she lived in terror of the day that someone would try to tear her leaves and branches off. It had happened, once... with a hunter. She shuddered at the memory.
Slowly, she moved back towards the kelpie, ready to bolt if the mare snapped her teeth. "I do come into the forest, but not in my natural form." Bending, she plucked a few long pieces of grass and began to plait them into Calder's silky mane. Her fingers ran through it at random, enjoying the way the cool strands felt. "You do know that sugar cubes do not really work that way, right?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 11:47 am
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Hollandaise hummed happily as he plunked the sugar cubes into their new homes. With any luck, these would sonn multiply. If not, she would feel very, very stupid. She crossed her fingers quickly. Turning to Calder, she caught his sad words and thought quickly.
"Calder, after this, would you like to visit my room? Since this is a sort of-" She waved one muddy hand about, searching for the word. "- experimental venture, I can replace the sugar cubes we use here. And you can have some for eating?" They had been a free extra thrown in with some plant she had bought.
She tapped the mud down more firmly on the edge of a hole. "I usually grow things most often found in forests - like small bushes or things like that. It is easier for Warders, because we can speak to most plants. They can tell us what is wrong or if they need more light or if they are happy and loved. Plants enjoy attention." She stroked a struggling leaf of grass. Grass, moss, smaller plants like that were beyond her yet, but as Hollandaise grew, she knew she would be able to speak to anything.
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