what we really need is a femininomenon!!

Jay returned the affectionate gesture readily, leaning into her touch as she felt her smile grow. Her own tail began to sway behind her where she stood, though her attention turned to what Finnie had been working on before she'd showed up. "Spring will be here soon enough, though," she commented, always one to look on the bright side of life. She, too, was eager for spring to return to these lands. She greatly preferred when the lands were teeming with life, the range alive with sounds of birds and insects, the air filled with the scent of wildflowers and grass.

"You saved all this? That's so smart," Jay commented in slight awe, knowing that she wasn't nearly as passionate about anything as Finnie was about her plants. Maybe that was why she'd been pushing so hard lately to pick up a hobby of her own... not that it was going all that well for her. Maybe this whole painting thing would help Jay's project too. A lot of the wood she'd found was in pretty rough shape, and though she wasn't sure if painting would save them entirely, maybe it'd keep them from rotting away completely right away.

Her mind began to spin as she scampered after Finch, her eyes roving over the dried flowers. Jay admittedly didn't pay a whole lot of attention to her sister's explanation, knowing she wouldn't retain the information until she started doing it herself. "Oh! This lavender is pretty," she squinted and leaned closer to the jar. "And these!" She pointed out some of the dahlia varieties she liked, some petals flecked with pink and others a deeper violet. "You know I've been collecting wood from all over the range. I've been trying to brainstorm how to build a chicken coop. Maybe painting some of the boards could help?" Jay asked, looking hopeful like Finch might have some knowledge she didn't. "Some of them are pretty rotted. I started dragging them around to the back of the barn," she explained.