Like sun itself

Orin Takekuro · 04-16-2012, 05:49 PM

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hehehe! OMG! <3 You are free to PP Orin swinging or just assume she saw and stopped, but preferably for both of us she doesn't actually swing and hit. Wink

Once inside the stable Soraya the Cow mooed at Orin, but she waved her hand dismissively. “I already fed you this morning, you’re not hungry yet.” To which Soraya replied a very angry MRRRR! Orin snorted but kept on walking, passing Soraya’s stall and grabbing the shovel from its mount on the wall. As she walked out the cow made another unhappy noise, and she spun around and threw her free arm in the air. “What do you want from me?” She asked as if the cow ever responded intelligibly. Soraya just looked at her with those sad eyes and then her jaw began grinding like it always did, even though there wasn’t any food to be seen. Orin knew, thanks to Shiloh, what she was really doing, but she pretended not to notice.

“Okay, you can come stretch your legs but you have to stay out of the garden,” she warned the cow as she opened her stall and unhooked the tie line. One hand around the shovel, the other around the cow’s lead, she returned to the garden with the spade and Soraya the Cow in tow. She knew so long as the cow was distracted with the grass that she wouldn’t bother the garden, so she found a nice place where the grass grew verdant and tall and left the cow to snack.

She spun on her toes and began to march back to the spot in the garden when the sight that caught her eye made her cry out in surprise. She dropped the shovel and her hands flew up to cover her mouth, golden eyes wide. The ground… it was suddenly mystically churned! In the short time she was gone it had been dug up and milled… and, apparently, was still being milled because some of it was still moving! Orin couldn’t see an inch of the small black pup beneath the sea of soil. What kind of animal would dig up a garden like this?

Then it dawned on Orin… what kind of animal… Quickly, she grabbed the shovel and held it aloft, approaching the place where whatever vermin was destroying the ground. No doubt it was some sort of rodent come to eat away all of d’Arte’s prized crops.

“Oh no you don’t!” She yelled as she stepped up to the spot, the shovel held high over her head and prepared to come down hard on whatever stinking parasite was trying to creep on their garden. “You’ll rue the day you messed with d’Arte’s garden, you dirty rat!”

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