Spring has Sprung

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POSTED: Thu May 31, 2018 1:20 pm

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The weather was fairly decent for the time being with the sun showing between the white fluffy clouds as they drifted overhead to parts unknown. Ibycus thought that today would be a good time to tend to his small greenhouse that contained his herb garden. As spring progressed more and more into the warmer days of summer, he had noticed that weeds were liking it under the glass as much if not more than the herb plants and were on the road to taking over the space.

He lifted the tops open with the sounds of protest from the rusty and squeaky hinges that attached them to the back of his hut. Sticks that he had harvested from the forest were put to their job of holding the tops open. A few twinges of age showed themselves in some of his joints as he kneeled down for a better reach to the earth inside. A rusty three pronged cultivator that he had found a long time ago with a stick that replaced the long rotted away handle made easy work to loosen up the dirt around the weeds allowing them to be easily removed with their roots. A knife helped with the removal of the dead bits from the herb plants.




Picture of a greenhouse to give a general idea of what Ibycus had built against the southern side of his hut, obviously his is considerably rougher having been made from scavenged unbroken cold case doors from stores and windows that were not to broken up, mainly divided light type of windows that portions of the wood had not totally rotted out yet and had the broken panes replaced or cut away. Several layers of brick scavenged from fallen chimneys on the bottom to create a raised bed inside as well as help keep the wood out of the dirt so it does not rot as fast.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 02, 2018 2:13 pm

Being back in Krokar felt a lot like drifting through a dream. So much had changed. Malcolm was gone, off to part unknown, presumably to search for her, and her children had gone to live in the Ruins of Tog, away from their quiet society. Though she had yet to have a candid talk with Fionnlagh, it was clear to Ailie that her daughter wanted nothing to do with her. Many of her friends had carried on their lives and Krokar had grown, gaining new territory and new members. So very much had changed.

She felt very much like a stranger in her own home.

Much of her time was spent within Fiskebyn, so afraid of leaving the safety and comfort of others was she that she dared not venture much farther. Occasionally she would go to Briar Patch, or as far as Tuktu Lodge, but the territory to the far west was quiet and largely unknown, and she didn't like to be too close to the borders. She had yet to gain back her confidence, let alone her courage.

But still she liked to be in the company of others and, as she padded though their sleepy little village, Ailie was glad to see a man in his yard. She offered him a quiet hello, lifting her hand in a small wave as she approached him. "Ah dinnae knaa if we've met afore," she admitted. "Bu' Ah'm Ailie." She glanced down at the little greenhouse. "Wha's tha' yer workin' on?"

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POSTED: Fri Jun 22, 2018 9:35 pm

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Between the clouds, the solar radiation beat down onto his back and gently warmed it as he tended to his little garden. The infrared heat filtered through his fur coat and felt good to his aging bones and he took his time so as to spend more time in the sun. The slugs were not thrilled that Ibycus was cutting them in half and burying them in the dirt before they had the chance to munch away at some of the leaves of his herb plants.

Engrossed in his work of weed removal and slug decapitation that he did not notice that a body was on approach until an unfamiliar voice came at him from behind. Having been used to the loneliness of his introvert ways, he was surprised that there was someone near by and actually talking to him. His tongue temporarily tied as he looked over his shoulder and up at the young lady that seemed intent on introducing herself.

Able to speak again after the momentary vocal lapse and his brain had finally finished translating her dialect, Hi, he replied, I am Ibycus and I thought I would do some gardening. He turned back to his garden and then down at his knees when he noticed the moisture from the dirt had soaked through his fur. Apparently, while I got my knees dirty, he finished.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 28, 2018 12:28 pm

She thought that she might have surprised him, but his slowness to respond was difficult to decipher. Hesitating a beat, Ailie thought that maybe he didn't want company and wondered if she should turn around and go back the way that she'd come. Who wanted her around anyway? Lately, she felt as though she brought nothing but sadness and pity to everyone she was around. It was something that she carried unwillingly on her shoulders, it seemed. She was finding it difficult to shake that shawl of misery off and leave it behind.

But when her fellow Greenhorn replied, it was not in a tone or with a posture that suggested to her that her thoughts about him were correct. She tried a smile and moved closer to him, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious and vulnerable. Oh, how cruel life was, she thought, to reduce her to someone so meek.

"It's nice te meet ye, Ibycus," she replied as brightly as she could, trying desperately to at least pretend that she wasn't wallowing in the grief of her circumstances. Looking down at his garden, and then at his dirty knees, she lifted her eyes to his again and tried on a smile. It came out weak and small, but still present. "Would ye mind if Ah joined ye?" she asked, folding her arms behind her back and swallowing down the feeling of diffidence.

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POSTED: Tue Jul 10, 2018 9:01 pm

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His brain froze up and for a moment and he was not sure of what he should do or what to say. Having been so long, it seemed to not be within his realm of experience to have someone to want to assist him in any of his menial tasks, especially one that required dirt into one's fur. And it was even rarer to have someone, especially of the female persuasion, to actually want to spend time with the Italian bread wolfdog. Nor did the belief that most did not care for him that he grew and nurtured early in his life that had then made him into the introvert that he is now did not help.

His own thoughts and insecurities that boiled around in his head had helped Ibycus to keep from noticing the subtle clues that his visitor had her own set of hangups rolling around her head that she was having to deal with. A few heartbeats provided the time that was needed for his voice to return to his throat so he could respond to her unexpected query, Sure, he replied and was going to add "If you want" but thought better of it as she would not have asked otherwise but he did wonder why she was willing to kneel on the damp earth and help him weed around his herb plants.

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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 6:51 pm

When he gave her his approval, the curly-coated waterdog's smile became more genuine. She offered him a gentle wag of her tail and settled herself in the damp earth next to him. Ailie had never been the type to care about getting dirty. As a child, the Morgan woman would return to her dear aunt – the woman who had taken her in when nobody else would – with all matters of mess coating her oversized paws and tangled in the curls of her pelt.

And what punishment did she ever receive for returning home in such a state? None! For her aunt, Elionoira, cared just as little for an immaculate appearance as her young niece did. Some days, when she was especially filthy, she would be made to bathe in a lake or river, which actually felt like a treat to the youth. After all, what waterdog didn't love water? Ailie plucked a little weed from the earth and allowed the smile at these memories to touch her golden eyes.

"This is nice. Thank ye fer lettin' me join ye." She dug her fingers in the earth and removed another weed. "Hev ye been in Krokar fer long?" Ailie asked, glancing at Ibycus. Her heart felt lighter and some of the anxiety had already faded from her features.

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POSTED: Fri Jul 20, 2018 9:28 pm

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A slug had the misfortune of being in with his plants and Ibycus busied himself by killing the slimy thing before it could eat any more of the herb leaves. He buried it in the dirt so it can rot away and become food for the plants that it was going to feast upon. He used the time to mull over why Ailie would want to spend time with someone that was on the other end of the spectrum from what would be termed handsome.

After the brief quiet interlude, Ibycus pondered her question and finally answered with his brow furrowed in deep thought, Not very long, he said, about a year I believe. At least this pack had lasted longer with him in it than the last one that he was in for only a month before it had dissolved into memory. His thoughts turned to the few friends that he had before everyone moved on to other lives and he had not seen or heard from them since. He had started to feel that he should not have friends because they will eventually be nothing but old memories that filled his mind.

After puttering about a few moments with pulling a few weeds and breaking off dead bits from his herb plants, What about you, how long have you been around these parts? he asked

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POSTED: Fri Jul 27, 2018 9:21 pm

The silence felt easy and companionable to Ailie, who worked and toiled in the dirt without concern after the man's prolonged quiet. It felt nice, just to be next to someone without the expectation to have a conversation. She continued to pinch the little green weeds out from the soil and piled them on the ground next to her knees while Ibycus murdered a slug. How simple and tranquil it felt, to be ridding this little paradise of pests.

Ailie glanced at Ibycus when he replied, but did not feel the need to watch him as he spoke. It felt to her as though it was fine for her to keep on working as he talked, rather than stop what she was doing and give her undivided attention to him. And she expected precisely the same from him.

"A year," she mused, thinking that she had been away for almost that long. Maybe because of all that she had endured n that time, but a year felt a very long time to her. She smiled. "Where did ye live afore Krokar?" she wondered gently, flicking golden eyes his way before returning them to the ground.

Now it was her turn to contemplate Ibycus' question. "Ach," she began thoughtfully. "Aboot two years, Ah think. Jus'... not consecutively." Ailie glanced at her gardening companion and offered more of an explanation, "Ah jus' returned not two moons o' so agoo."

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POSTED: Tue Aug 07, 2018 1:43 am

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The question put forth to him about where he had lived in the past brought the feelings of nostalgia over him as he remembered the years he had spent in Aniwaya. Spending evenings by the great fire and reading his Star Trek story collection that he had been building through the years, and on occasion, reading those stories to a young pup. The nostalgia was followed by a wave of sadness as he remembered old friends, Nvda and Gemma. He also wondered how they were doing in their adventures since the pack breakup.

He saw her eyes glance his way for a heartbeat, however, as he had always done through the years, he did not let on he had noticed and kept his eyes focused on his plants. I was in Vinatta for a short time before it broke up and faded into memory, he answered with a quiet voice while his hands kept busy with the section of garden before him. He was about to mention that he was not in Vinatta long enough to get to know everyone when he remembered that after a year, he still did not know everyone in Krokar yet knew every horse and caribou in the barnyard.

He was quiet for a bit as he was not sure of what to say and wondered if it would be ok or not to ask about her sojourn away from Krokar. Ibucus found another slug hiding under a leaf and he filled the quiet in by sending the second slug after the first one to whatever afterlife a slug might believe in. Also, Welcome back, was all he could think of to say after his short version of his recent history and decided to leave the decision of talking or not about her travels of the past year to her.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 09, 2018 8:55 am

Vinátta. Ailie bobbed her head, acknowledging that she had heard of the pack before. She had never personally visited Vinátta prior to its disbandment, but she had heard talk that Sylven had once been from there and she knew that Milos had had some sort of connection with them through Krokar's animals. But aside from those few nuggets of information, the curly-coated waterdog knew little else about the former pack.

"Ah cannae imagine," she murmured truthfully. Ailie had been nomadic for a large portion of her life, having fled her birthplace with her aunt before flitting from place to place; pack to pack. Krokar had been the most stable residence that she'd ever experienced and, though she knew she'd be able to survive without it, she thought it would be terribly sad to have the place you called home disband and dissolve into memory.

Both of them fell back into silence. When Ibycus spoke again, Ailie lifted her sad, golden eyes and, with a genuinely appreciative smile, replied, "Thank ye. It's good te be baack." And then, after allowing the sorrow to fade from her eyes, replaced with a dim hope, Ailie returned to companionable silence and carried on her duties with a newfound sense of peace in her heart.

OOC: I'm not sure if you've seen my player update, but I'll be dropping Ailie. Since this thread is older and looks like it's nearing closure, this will be my last reply with her. <3 You're welcome to reply once more if you like, otherwise go ahead and request archival once you've read it! c:

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