winterizing and re-winterizing
seasonal, vendrick
07-01-2023, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2023, 01:20 AM by Vendrick. Edited 1 time in total.)
Vendrick tries to think of what all of the cousins’ names were. There were too many of him to keep track of. Still, someone had mentioned that one of them didn’t talk. The kind of hushed conversations that adults had, and all that. He really had been practicing his sneaking, and that likely led to hearing things he wasn’t supposed to hear. The one that didn’t talk, that one was Meadow, if his memory was to be trusted. Judging by the fact that this girl didn’t answer literally any of his questions, Vendrick could only surmise that this was the right one. Why didn’t she talk? Something told him that it was probably impolite to ask Meadow… and also that she wouldn’t even be able to answer him if he did. Maybe he’d ask mom later. Or dad. Or Kea. Someone who would know these things. But she did agree to take him outside, and that was good enough for him. She would take him out on whatever errand or chore or task she was working on. It seemed like she wanted him to come, at least. That, or he’d completely misread her, but she didn’t seem upset as he trolloped after her and into the outdoors. Straight away, the wind seemed to cut through him. Vendrick shivered, fluffing his coat up, and picking up a rolling gait as they made their way to the greenhouse. Why was she bringing skin to the greenhouse? Was it good for plants? And then Meadow made her way to the opposite door, one that Vendrick hadn’t noticed a minute ago. It had been partially blocked off, but there was a gap between the door and the ground. Meadow touched it, and he touched it too. Vendrick made a face. “Is soggy,” his nose wrinkled. It was soggy and damp, and chilly against his paws, especially in contrast to the warmth around him. Vendrick took a step back to see what his cousin was doing. She’d marked out a chunk that was the same length as the door, but it was wide. His ears flickered as he thought, head tilting to one side as he watched her work. “Oh, oh, we’re going to put it under the door?” Had he gotten it right? The boy hoped he’d gotten it right. He moved to help hold down the opposite side, the one that was moving around as she was trying to cut. Helping. See, Vendrick could be helpful. Helpful and certainly not trouble at all. |
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