Red Hot Gardener

Take had decided to spend the day tending to his father’s bamboo on Rekaru Island while the Shogun was out doing his duties. It was work that, of his siblings, Take was really the only one who had patience for it. Oki and Kit always wanted to explore, Iki was busy with her Geisha lessons with Baba, and Ike did what Ike did. Plus, it was nice and quiet and made him feel like he was actually helping with something.

The Prince picked away at the weeds that littered the roots of the large, closely grouped, treelike grasses, making sure that nothing took away the valuable nutrients that they required. He’d leave them at the base to eventually decay and act as fertilizer, enriching the soil even further. At that moment he was hauling water across the island from the well, the handle to the bucket clasped in his jaws. Once he made it to the patch he wanted to water, he set it down and gave his neck a stretch. His ram’s horns were continuously growing, weighing his cranium down by roughly 10 pounds. His neck had slowly gotten used to them, strengthening in the necessary fashion to keep his head up, but he still felt a bit of soreness from time to time. A yawn gaped his jaws, the bioluminescence located there making it seem as though he was about to spit fire before they closed with a click.