when the busy bee gathers

*Evangeline* · 07-22-2015, 05:16 PM

She'd managed to locate some dandelions waving their spikey leaves with an annoying sort of cheeriness in the sunlight. Plants shouldn't be cheerful. They were plants. They couldn't go anywhere, or do anything, and were boring. Why would anything like that be cheerful? But she'd found some, anyway, and she was carefully digging out around the root so she could bring back the whole plant (it wasn't like she needed to worry about letting the plant procreate, dandelions were impossible to get rid of) when a bright, friendly woof startled her into jumping and she whirled around to face them. For a moment a furious scowl creased her features, but she quickly wiped it away in favor of a haughty stare as she studied the girl who'd interrupted her. The reddish-brown female wasn't any older than Evangeline herself, and Vana raised her muzzle with an audible sniff. Ragamuffin vagabond. "If you're looking for a handout you're yapping up the wrong tree," she sneered, shaking dirt off one forepaw. "I don't do charity."

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