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[ WELCOME TO THE CLUB : gardening ] - Grimm - 07-28-2020
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]During the life of any newly acquainted with the expanded freedom sought a manner within which such may be tested. Yet, of the youth of rose tinted ivory, such had been a distant notion settled among the scape of unreachable future, something to be regarded when heart and mind may be placed into it in whole. They had a safe harbour, a place where head may rest upon the conclusion of each day, but trivial distraction the tiresome process that may see them reside alone.
What was it that had drawn about the fraying threads of their wandering thoughts such an idea, than, a quiet whisper of want that dug beneath their skin, worked along the taunt draw of muscle. Possibly it was indeed time to allow themself to spread their wings, metaphorical at the least, their room within the Roux abode largely barren beyond packed boxes. Within they may not be located, however, another residence where they had come to linger.
Upon the merge of shore and the jungles untamed edges the undergrowth had near claimed the small hut, a thing of wood and straw, thatched roof removed and recreated with assistance. All the same all ached, the poorly maintained and minimally used muscles of wings and back making agony apparent. Later may they handle interior, from windows striped the covering and panes wiped, floors roughly swept awaiting the arrival of their meagre belongings, the exterior of more interest now.
Numerous the terracotta pots that littered the short cobble walkway leading to the open door, among them tools, a few bags of dirt also present as the soil was replaced. Small the garden that hugged tightly the walls of the huts front, the wooden borders overflowing with fresh soil they handed with care, holes dug in somewhat irregular intervals. Gently did Eulia extract one of their chosen plants, a pleasant bloom bearing violet petals about a bright center. Carefully they ran their claws through the clumped roots, slotted within the chosen hole once satisfied with this, the dark earth pressed around its stem.
Re: [ WELCOME TO THE CLUB : gardening ] - GEORGIA. - 07-28-2020
Georgia had realized at some point that the members of The Typhoon resided all over the island, and not just in one place. Part of her felt like that wasn't really in the spirit of a community, and part of her was totally fine with not having to share a room with one of the dinosaurs.
In the instance of the sea huts, Georgia found that a nice option, even though she had chosen a ship cabin. She wasn't sure why they were directly on the beach, though - she had a few issues with that. Obscuring turtle hatchlings and other wildlife; and storms. What did they do about tropical storms? How were the huts still standing? What did they do about the storm surge?
Georgia considered these thoughts as she meandered down the shore, passing some of the huts. On one of the last few she came across, she happened to find Eulia. Her hut seemed much nicer and cleaner than the rest - something that made Gia stop and give a nod in appreciation. "Hi - Eulia, right?" The feline asked, tail tip twitching as her gaze roamed over the renovations. "Sweet job. The flowers add a really nice touch." She offered, leaning over to sniff the purple flora.
In the instance of the sea huts, Georgia found that a nice option, even though she had chosen a ship cabin. She wasn't sure why they were directly on the beach, though - she had a few issues with that. Obscuring turtle hatchlings and other wildlife; and storms. What did they do about tropical storms? How were the huts still standing? What did they do about the storm surge?
Georgia considered these thoughts as she meandered down the shore, passing some of the huts. On one of the last few she came across, she happened to find Eulia. Her hut seemed much nicer and cleaner than the rest - something that made Gia stop and give a nod in appreciation. "Hi - Eulia, right?" The feline asked, tail tip twitching as her gaze roamed over the renovations. "Sweet job. The flowers add a really nice touch." She offered, leaning over to sniff the purple flora.
Re: [ WELCOME TO THE CLUB : gardening ] - roan ; - 07-29-2020
It had not been so long since Roan himself had vacated the Roxanne Roux family home, needing time on his own away from... seemingly everyone, if his current residence was anything to go by. He had wanted to dedicate himself fully to his work as a sage, and he hadn't felt as though he could do that while he was still being coddled within his family home. It had been a difficult decision, particularly when he had seen the sorrowful look in his mama's eyes, but he ultimately thought it was one for the better. Some part of him often questioned that last part, especially when he was left alone with nothing to do but stare at the temple, but he often shoved that part aside, too stubborn to face it. All that aside, Roan felt as though he was being a bit of hypocrite in this case. For even as he had left for greater pastures, he still felt as though it was too early for Eulia to go out, and live on her own. Perhaps it was just the big brother part of him speaking, but when he had noticed her going from his mother's home to her new, overgrown hut, he had felt a deep sense of dread settle in his stomach.
The young sage had let about an hour or so pass before he eventually gave in to his urges to go down and see Lu, his paw steps light as he made his way over to where her new home was. He had no doubt that she would make it a beautiful place that was truly hers, but he still couldn't help the anxiety from bubbling up inside him. At the very least, the sight of the pots lining the front of the hut was a comfort to the draconic feline. An avid gardener himself – both as a necessity of his job, and as a hobby – Roan was glad to see that his sister enjoyed it as well. Coming up near Georgia, Roan offered her a brief nod in greeting, feeling a bit awkward. He was aware of the new wave of teenagers that had joined the Typhoon rather recently, but he didn't know much else about most of them. He just didn't find himself all that interested, far too preoccupied with the thought of having to deal with any injuries their rambunctious behaviors got them into. Sighing heavily, the siamese shoved that from his mind, turning to speak to Eulia, "Mi querida hermana... your garden is coming along beautifully. The... the whole place, is coming along beautifully. If you need any help with anything, you can feel free to ask me. You know that... right?" Roan knew that he had been somewhat distant as of late, forcing himself to be for the sake of his own sanity as a healer. However, he didn't want to lose the family connections that were the only things driving him forward.
The young sage had let about an hour or so pass before he eventually gave in to his urges to go down and see Lu, his paw steps light as he made his way over to where her new home was. He had no doubt that she would make it a beautiful place that was truly hers, but he still couldn't help the anxiety from bubbling up inside him. At the very least, the sight of the pots lining the front of the hut was a comfort to the draconic feline. An avid gardener himself – both as a necessity of his job, and as a hobby – Roan was glad to see that his sister enjoyed it as well. Coming up near Georgia, Roan offered her a brief nod in greeting, feeling a bit awkward. He was aware of the new wave of teenagers that had joined the Typhoon rather recently, but he didn't know much else about most of them. He just didn't find himself all that interested, far too preoccupied with the thought of having to deal with any injuries their rambunctious behaviors got them into. Sighing heavily, the siamese shoved that from his mind, turning to speak to Eulia, "Mi querida hermana... your garden is coming along beautifully. The... the whole place, is coming along beautifully. If you need any help with anything, you can feel free to ask me. You know that... right?" Roan knew that he had been somewhat distant as of late, forcing himself to be for the sake of his own sanity as a healer. However, he didn't want to lose the family connections that were the only things driving him forward.
[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]
Re: [ WELCOME TO THE CLUB : gardening ] - T. ROUX - 07-29-2020
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Moving out now was definitely a good decision, Trygve was essentially trying to find a spot of his own. Believe it or not, Ry wanted the home to far from the people and make it be a space of his own though he saved these thoughts to himself for now. Of course, his mind was no secret to his sister, Natyli, so she would always ask him and he would give her an idea of what he was searching for. Amusement was what he felt as he twitched his whiskers only to see that Eulia had been moving out, he would be certain to visit if she ever desired his presence. The draconic boy would slowly make his way over with both of his tufted ears perked forward a light frown on his maw but eventually it would shy away in the place for a soft smile, which rare seeing as Trygve Roux normally wore a scowl upon his face. He noticed both Roan and Gia were there though he didn't plan on saying too much to either of them, Ry felt that his absence had torn a hole in the relationship between him and his siblings but he was slowly mending it with his own time. It didn't help when Roan distanced himself with work and well, Ry decided for his own sanity that he would worry about his older sibling later. Eulia, Jaime, and Natyli were his main concerns at the moment.
With a lash of his mottled tail, the beta would find his voice and speak with a curt nod "Those are very lovely, mí luna." He would tilt his head to the side for a moment only to feel his eyes narrow slightly upon what Roan had said, it seemed that the guy had some time for them after all but really... Those could be empty words with an empty promise, Trygve was skeptical. A hypocrite, if you will. He wouldn't believe anything Roan said until he saw it with his own two eyes, he had held the urge to snort at the offer only to part his own jaw to speak once more "I'll help you too, hermanita." Unlike Roan, Trygve had plenty of time to spend with his better half. Oh, how the moon would outshine the night every time. The draconic jaguar would sit down slowly looking at the flora only to find himself thinking of a certain Pittian fox and her love for flowers. He felt his heart ache. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
With a lash of his mottled tail, the beta would find his voice and speak with a curt nod "Those are very lovely, mí luna." He would tilt his head to the side for a moment only to feel his eyes narrow slightly upon what Roan had said, it seemed that the guy had some time for them after all but really... Those could be empty words with an empty promise, Trygve was skeptical. A hypocrite, if you will. He wouldn't believe anything Roan said until he saw it with his own two eyes, he had held the urge to snort at the offer only to part his own jaw to speak once more "I'll help you too, hermanita." Unlike Roan, Trygve had plenty of time to spend with his better half. Oh, how the moon would outshine the night every time. The draconic jaguar would sit down slowly looking at the flora only to find himself thinking of a certain Pittian fox and her love for flowers. He felt his heart ache. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Re: [ WELCOME TO THE CLUB : gardening ] - PAOLA - 07-29-2020
Through the everlasting smell of seawater and salt that permeates the territory of the Typhoon in its entirety, Paola tastes a trace amount of churned soil, the notes catching between her teeth and lingering on her gums. Any other day, the young she-cat might have ignored the smell in favor of something to do, but given the fact that she has absolutely nothing to do, she decides instead to follow the source of the upturned earth, hoping that maybe it could lead her to something interesting—like someone digging for buried treasure, perhaps. The Typhoon is a group notorious for its pirates, is it not? Perhaps there is more to the rumor than she had initially thought.
She's surprised when the trail of scent leads her closer to the shore, towards the huts that litter the sand that she may or may not have peered through during her solo tour. Buried treasure it is not, it seems, but Paola is nonetheless as curious as she had been before, and she finds herself walking and walking and walking until she comes across a small group of creatures huddled around a garden.
"Good morning," Paola offers to everyone, flashing a brief smile before getting distracted, once again, by the plants. Specifically, a vibrant bloom catches her attention, and she finds her pale eyes drawn to the splash of color. "Hi, sorry—what are those called?" The young she-cat uses her long tail to motion towards the violet plant in question, one that seems to stand out against the rest in the eyes of the newcomer. She doesn't know what it is about it; she thinks she may have seen it before, but her memories are fuzzy and drowned in storm-water and any attempt she makes to reach through the haze results in a mental pained recoil, as if the barrier had shocked her. "M'dumb with flower names."
She's surprised when the trail of scent leads her closer to the shore, towards the huts that litter the sand that she may or may not have peered through during her solo tour. Buried treasure it is not, it seems, but Paola is nonetheless as curious as she had been before, and she finds herself walking and walking and walking until she comes across a small group of creatures huddled around a garden.
"Good morning," Paola offers to everyone, flashing a brief smile before getting distracted, once again, by the plants. Specifically, a vibrant bloom catches her attention, and she finds her pale eyes drawn to the splash of color. "Hi, sorry—what are those called?" The young she-cat uses her long tail to motion towards the violet plant in question, one that seems to stand out against the rest in the eyes of the newcomer. She doesn't know what it is about it; she thinks she may have seen it before, but her memories are fuzzy and drowned in storm-water and any attempt she makes to reach through the haze results in a mental pained recoil, as if the barrier had shocked her. "M'dumb with flower names."
BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: