Oops! Ouch!
Sid
02-21-2024, 04:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-21-2024, 04:46 PM by Solaire. Edited 1 time in total.)
The plants he helped his aunt with in the green house weren't the only plants he was interested in! He loved all of the different kinds of greenery and foliage that grew all over Auster, but he especially loved the berry bushes that grew in the grove. There were so many kinds of plants that could be used to heal and treat all sorts of ailments and injuries, but only a handful of them seemed to produce food and that made them extra special! He had his sights set on a strawberry plant that he had found near the border of the grove and he hoped he could dig up and transplant up into the gardens near the castle where he had started his second pumpkin patch especially for Dovleac. The capybara was a ravenous eater and while his companion's favorite food was most certainly pumpkins, he seemed to like a bunch of different fruits and plants too so he hoped having the berries more readily available would give Dovleac more options!
The only problem was he didn't really know how to move a plant... He knew how in theory, but it was his first time trying it himself. Which also meant that trying to use the small shovel that he had borrowed from Aunt Gwyn was a little awkward and unwieldy at first–so much so that his first enthusiastic down swing of his head to drive the shovel into the ground ended up jabbing the pointed end of the trowel right into the side of his foreleg. He immediately dropped the shovel with a hiss of pain, his ears folding back as he held up his leg to get a better look like muttering "Ow ow ow ow ow..." to himself. It wasn't a super deep gash, but it was certainly bleeding as if it was. Well, this was going swimmingly...
"Solaire Carpathius"
The only problem was he didn't really know how to move a plant... He knew how in theory, but it was his first time trying it himself. Which also meant that trying to use the small shovel that he had borrowed from Aunt Gwyn was a little awkward and unwieldy at first–so much so that his first enthusiastic down swing of his head to drive the shovel into the ground ended up jabbing the pointed end of the trowel right into the side of his foreleg. He immediately dropped the shovel with a hiss of pain, his ears folding back as he held up his leg to get a better look like muttering "Ow ow ow ow ow..." to himself. It wasn't a super deep gash, but it was certainly bleeding as if it was. Well, this was going swimmingly...
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