26 May 2023, 05:11 PM
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Prompt - Monthly & Occupation [362/1,000] Monthly: It starts with a tittering through the trees - sharp, and trilling. These sounds are everywhere around The Parish and Silverado Field in particular; and, quick as a flash, the source of such sounds dart by in a blur of green! Ruby-throated hummingbirds have begun appearing for the summer months, and are taking advantage of the trumpet-flower blooms along the bluffs. Brash and brazen, these daring aerial acrobats hardly seemed fussed by the passing luperci.Occupation (Pulgar Verde): Plants are bursting back to life from their winter dormancy. While fruit-bearing plants are far off from yielding crops, the sunny season is still prime time to search for forage and to catalog whatever the Gang's territory has to offer!There was an overlay of clouds blocking the sun, but a distinct lack of rain-smell in the air, and three figures sat quietly out in the brush of the Sweetwater Bluffs. Ruby-throated hummingbirds flitted about, zooming in and out of the flowerscape with a palpable glee and an unmatched quickness. They hardly seemed to notice the lounging Luperci – who weren’t actually lounging at all.
Olivier had a notebook and a feather quill in his hands, with a clay bottle of wet lampblack sitting beside him that served as his ink. He was furiously scrawling something on one of the pages – a shorthand description of goldenrod, covering its location and the approximate amount that could be seen in the area. There was a sample of the flower above his writing, which would need to be documented and drawn by his sister, the much better artist of the pair.
The other two canines – obviously two dogs, even at a distance – were murmuring to one another in hushed voices so as not to disturb the studious Ardoix. Haytham had a hawk on his forearm, capped with a leather blinder, and Dustin was speaking animatedly, gesturing towards a few larger bushes that seemed to have a lot of hummingbirds surrounding them. Haytham nodded, looking somewhat excited himself. It had taken months to coax himself back into Gambler’s Pride good graces, and Dustin had been helping him recently to make the sharp-shinned hawk more comfortable around other Luperci.
The hood was removed from the bird’s head and she took off after a moment of reorientation. She almost immediately snagged a hummingbird mid-air, then flew off to find a perch to eat on. Haytham and Dustin jumped up, whooping and hollering and carrying on.
Olivier flinched at the sudden celebration and made a giant line across half his page while smudging a few of the words written there. “Oh, come on, fellas,” the coyote sighed, frowning.
“Tha’s my bad, Ollie,” Haytham grimaced, scratching the back of his head.
“Mine, too,” Dustin agreed apologetically.
The dogs hardly lingered on the mishap before they were conferring with one another again, whispering excitedly about Gambler’s great catch as if discussing a very exciting sport.
Olivier had a notebook and a feather quill in his hands, with a clay bottle of wet lampblack sitting beside him that served as his ink. He was furiously scrawling something on one of the pages – a shorthand description of goldenrod, covering its location and the approximate amount that could be seen in the area. There was a sample of the flower above his writing, which would need to be documented and drawn by his sister, the much better artist of the pair.
The other two canines – obviously two dogs, even at a distance – were murmuring to one another in hushed voices so as not to disturb the studious Ardoix. Haytham had a hawk on his forearm, capped with a leather blinder, and Dustin was speaking animatedly, gesturing towards a few larger bushes that seemed to have a lot of hummingbirds surrounding them. Haytham nodded, looking somewhat excited himself. It had taken months to coax himself back into Gambler’s Pride good graces, and Dustin had been helping him recently to make the sharp-shinned hawk more comfortable around other Luperci.
The hood was removed from the bird’s head and she took off after a moment of reorientation. She almost immediately snagged a hummingbird mid-air, then flew off to find a perch to eat on. Haytham and Dustin jumped up, whooping and hollering and carrying on.
Olivier flinched at the sudden celebration and made a giant line across half his page while smudging a few of the words written there. “Oh, come on, fellas,” the coyote sighed, frowning.
“Tha’s my bad, Ollie,” Haytham grimaced, scratching the back of his head.
“Mine, too,” Dustin agreed apologetically.
The dogs hardly lingered on the mishap before they were conferring with one another again, whispering excitedly about Gambler’s great catch as if discussing a very exciting sport.
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