Would love someone she hasn't met yet. 502 WotD: Catarrh
This afternoon was a day that was lightly windy, causing the clouds in the sky to move at a visibly faster rate than usual. The sun dimmed in and out throughout the duration of the afternoon, either giving way to a bright day or one that was moderately dismal and sunless. Depending upon the speed and the harshness of the breeze, the Sidhe typically enjoyed breezy days that were casual. The Wahrer set out early that morning toward St. Pepin's Vineyards which was an acreage of Dahlia de Mai pushed all the way to the Northwest of the territory, shrouded in a catarrh of overgrowth of every weed and plant imaginable that could take their claim there in the unoccupied lands. The last pack meeting discussed Nayru with the prospective of reviving the vineyards in order to manufacture wine that Dahlia used to produce. Upon hearing of this, Alae kept her word with assisting in renovating the vineyards and also desired to pick up on a new hobby of some sort.
Alae's snowy owl companion remained nestled in a bramble of fauna that was concealed within some overgrowth of trees, catching some shut eye in the mid-afternoon. For a nocturnal creature, it seemed as if daylight was beginning to get the best of him, and it was generally odd enough for a species such as Kael to be out and about during daylight hours. The Sidhe didn't mind if Kael decided to get sleep amid the plenteous work that was ahead of them, for it was really in no owl's place to help with extracting weeds in the first place. Leaving Kael to his peace out of eye shot in the fields, Alae began to pluck every conceivable weed she could find that was a nuisance to the otherwise plants that would help the vineyards flourish. There was quite a bit of acreage to cover, but Alae started out small in a section to the farthest Northwest where the coastal aroma of the ocean could be scented in the air. Awaking early that morning, Alae set out to clear the weeds as soon as the sun ascended in the sky. It was best to start early when it was still cool, but the wind was pleasant enough to where the Wahrer felt she could work pulling weeds all afternoon.
Placing all the pulled weeds in a pile, she would later bring them back to her dwelling, for no pulled weed, even as harmful as it was to the growth of other plants, would go wasted. There was plenty of things to do with scavenged plants, and perhaps Saul could use some too for his medicinal purposes since he recently became to new Apothecary of Dahlia. Humming an unrecognizable tune to herself in a murmur, Alae carried on diligently in the afternoon with clearing what she could to make the vineyards more appealing and easier to work with if Dahlia was to get back on the track with producing wine for profitable purposes.
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