Private for Colibri & Lilin (and their unborn offspring) Set Sept 7 mid-morning, if that's okay with you folks. Optime.
Thorn had spent his night curled up on the comfortable fur he had brought from Russian draped across the floor in his home. Thanks to his sewing skills he had been able to stuff a second skin and turn it into a very rustic body pillow that let him sleep a bit more comfortably on the floor. He was getting on in years and he couldn't fall asleep on pointed, wet rocks like he could at one point. An annoying magpie had woken him, arguing with a crow about who owned the tiny bits of thread left outside the door from his hat mending the night before. Finally the white Russian had flung open the door and swore in Russian at the two birds. The crow had flown away but the magpie merely hopped along, gathering up the threads before taking its time to wander home.
If he wasn't awake before he was now, and he quickly put on his kilt and his hat before grabbing his messenger bag and the bits and pieces he needed to bring to the brewery to store. He had collected a lot of the bits in his trips to Halifax and there were still trips left to take. Today however after storing what he had collected he was going to wander the vineyards and still what would need to be done to get it back and thriving. He loved the wine he had been given when he joined Vinatta but he knew that they had the facilities to make something better. If he could help his pack get better things by making and trading alcohol, both beer and wine he would be very happy. It was how his pack had operated back home.
The sun was a bit higher in the blue and cloudless sky but it still was only about half the way to its zenith. Green eyes rimmed with black saw the brewery and he set his messenger bag outside the door before continuing to the vineyard. His expressionless face quickly turned to a smile as he walked up to the beginning of the rows of tangled and muddled vines. He could picture the way it would look someday, clean and organized and full of grapes. Kneeling down he plucked a leaf and attempted to figure out based on that and the stems what strains of grapes they were working with.
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