FarmKeeper wrote: ↑Feb 20, 2024 3:17 pm Farm
Gala seems confused. "Wait, is the drink what made you have that reaction? I guess I might have done something, but it wasn't on purpose...I guess I can probably take a guess that it was cream-based but I dunno?
And um yeah. I uh. Kind of got a bunch of power shoved in my lap. We've been theorizing if that makes me count as like- a very small goddess or something."
It has been a weird day, alright.
Ber'ri, well . . . bu'ries her face in her hands and lets out a little asdfglkjsdf noise, before just, quietly admitting.
"I-it . . . it was the milk.
Y-yeah.
That's . . . whay happens when I drink milk an- and why I don't usually. And suddenly my coffee was just . . . well creamed coffee."
"Yes please!" Ber'ri beams up at her mom, taking the mango juice and sipping happily at it.Wolfbane wrote: ↑Feb 28, 2024 5:13 am Farm
"You're saying that like it's a bad thing to be one." Mom'ri tells Gala, humming as she turns and puts up a few more things in the cabinet. "Just don't let it go to your head, enjoy the power, bring happiness to yourself and others. What's the matter then? Afraid you might lose yourself?" She asks, seemingly insightful before turning with a small smile and reaching down to pat Gala on the head. "I get the feeling you're a good bean though. I doubt you'd do anything purposefully malevolent."
A thought seems to come to Mom'ri and she reaches into a bag to pull out a large bottle of mango juice. A trio of glasses are casually snagged from the cabinet and she pours the juice into each before setting two down in front of Ber'ri and Gala. "Something a little sweet. For both of you. <3" She says, smiling and practically speaking the heart into existence. Mom'ri seems to exist to dote on her guests, and happily so.
"Do either of you want a snack?"
Her tail swishes behind her.
Gosh she loves mango juice.
[Uncia's House]Morty wrote: ↑Feb 20, 2024 6:29 pm [Uncia's House]
After a few incidents where she tries to find a vegetable and pulls out a weed, Iknika starts checking the plants quite carefully. Too carefully, maybe. But her usual brashness is tempered by a firm resolution not to disappoint Naku. So concentrated is she that she delivers fewer headpats to Uncia, even.
Fewer headpats?!
But Uncia is wasting away!!! A shadow of his former self! Woe betide!!
But they do make it to the river, fairly easily! Even with a couple veggies in hand!
So the question, before they set back on the 10-15 minute walk is . . . how full is Iknika going to fill that bag? Naku had said maybe a gallon or so, and that bag could definitely hold significantly more!
So . . . how full was she going to fill this?
Uncia waits patiently nearly, tail tip swishing quietly behind him as he watches with his large, piercing, ice blue eyes.