hanging gardens

Odessa D'Angelo · 01-22-2012, 01:37 PM

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Word Count » 8+ odessa puts down some mulch

angels watching over me with smiles upon their face

Novak had been swift with his crafting the previous night. Odessa had dismissed him and headed into her den, and from that point on she assumed the Serbian slave had taken his work home with him and stay up late to complete it. After all he had only been at the cutting stage when his mistress had turned herself in for the night, he hadn't even completed it by then. She noted that morning, as she left the den, the small scratches in the dirt before Novak's lean to hut, which led her to believe that he had finished his work after dark. But she had to admit, the workmanship in the object was something special. The Serb had been working on the mulch bag for operative purposes, and therefore he had left it untouched by his plethora of stamping tools. Natheless, it was an object that was pleasing to the eye. Thick, solid stitches lining the hems and securing the thick, almost padded handle to the main body of the bag. Of course, the girl had thanked the slave man for his work an pledged to put it in the storage so everyone might use it. Granted though she had a feeling that with her aiming for the agriculturist rank she'd be using it plenty. After all, she had been tending the garden for a long while no even if it hadn't been her job to do so. Odessa felt obliged to do it simply to help Salsola. And because she relied on the garden for the herbs too.

Firstly, Novak and Odessa travelled to the barn, her riding Keshi and Novak borrowing Remy. After all, they needed to made the mulch and the manure riddled straw would make a wonderful ingredient. Odessa, while it was her duty to tend to the garden, had no intention of dealing with the dirty animal muck herself and wasn't it that whatever Novak did was her labour, after all. She'd reap the benefits. Although she would have liked to give him credit for it but what would he gain out of it? The Serb was a slave and always would be. Novak shovelled some of the muck out of Trader's stall, placing it in the mulch bag beside him silently. He didn't mind it truthfully, there were worse things he could be doing and worse master's he could be ruled by. Odessa stood silently watching his work, mentally priding his work, Trader stood beside her secured to the spot by Odessa's dainty hand routed in his mane. Novak finished his work swiftly and so the pair continued with their work.

By time they reached the garden, several leaves and other dead plants found themselves in the mulch mixture. This was one of the times Odessa thought it best to put some effort into her work. Novak stood over Odessa pouring the mulch into the space where there were no plants, careful not to crush the plants that had survived the winter. Odessa covered the soil carefully with the wooden spade, making sure as much ground was covered as possible. This was finished fairly quickly and so the pair departed. On their return to Odessa's den Novak was allowed inside to clear the mulch bag out and of course to clean his own hands and the various spots elsewhere he'd found mulch flying. Naturally, by then Odessa was tired and so it was Novak who made his way to the storage to deposit the mulch bag, hanging it on the crevice before riding back on Remy, who he had made the journey with to begin with.

On his return, Odessa prompted that he could produce another one, or perhaps even a few. Novak nodded and replied his agreement with a blunt 'mhm'. Odessa asked if he remembered how to make them, the Serb replied 'of course' in a perhaps irritated fashion. Of course he knew how to do it. He even went so far as to prove it by, scribbling the plans down on some spare paper that Odessa had handed him at his request. He wasn't so much afraid to do in when he was alone with the medic, as he knew that she would mind it. Her mate, or whatever they were, was not here and therefore Novak would not bite his tongue to avoid his harsh words for ordering his mate, Novak's mistress, around. Imhotep, or Immy as Novak had heard him nicknamed, was a placid male, but oddly protective and thankful to Odessa. The Serb did wonder but he never questioned it. His mistress handed him her food scraps, small pieces of fatty rabbit that he had no qualms about devouring. After that he offered to take the plans down to storage for the other packs members to use and Odessa agreed to let him. It was getting dark and by time he returned both parties were tired. Bidding the Serb good night, Odessa retired to her underground den.

'cause I have made it through this far in an unforgiving place

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Word Count » 5+ odessa plants chives and does some dead plant cleaning (1531 words for both posts)

angels watching over me with smiles upon their face

The next day, more work needed to be done. Namely weeding. Frost from the passing winter had killed of a few of the plants, though to Odessa's contentment not many had suffered the cold and plenty still grew solidly through the snow. The Valerian, a hardy plant, had survived, which pleased the gardener medic even more, for it was something she herself had planted, the very first thing in fact, and subsequently one of her favourites in the garden for this reason. Naturally there were many others she favoured across the globe, plants and herbs alike, so she had never seen but could almost imagine the look, feel and scent of the just from the multiple images in her plethora of gardening tomes. Novak had stayed at home to tend to the felines and so Odessa made the journey on her own. Keshi moved with awkward elegance across the melting snow towards the garden, in no rush, like his rider, to get to the garden. Any time spent riding was no problem to the gardener medic, after all it was early morning and there was plenty of hours of daylight left for Odessa to do her work. As she sat staring into space she found herself jolted awake by Keshi's sudden halt. There were at the garden.

The medic gardener dismounted swiftly, tying Keshi up a few metres away from the garden's edge, weary about risking letting him chew the plants which were probably toxic to him and which she didn't want him eating simply because they were for the horses to eat. The medic had handed him a few handfuls of bluejoint and switchgrass, the same plants that Odessa had added to the mulch the previous day, granted yesterday's had been the dead blades. Odessa's work was fairly easy, as Salsola's garden was as hardy as it members. And so after a few minutes of swift work, Odessa was finished. It pleased her that she had so little work to do. It meant that the garden was hardy and that Odessa was doing her job well. The mulch seemed to be working nicely, though as if had only been put down yesterday Odessa would need at least a weeks more work out of it before she could made a certain decision whether it work or whether it needing tweaking. Be it to the ingredients or to the amount, Odessa was ready to make decisions if needed. After all if she could get this new job, she would officially be the master of the garden.

Odessa dusted herself off, letting the soil fall from her hands and knees as she finished her work. Keshi was oblivious to his rider's works culmination and so he continued to chew the grasses handed to him at the started of the journey. Letting his head rise to greet Odessa's hand he finished his mouthful as she mounted swiftly. Kicking him onwards back home. It was still fairly early, Odessa made quick plans to return in the early afternoon. She had noted a plot of chives just outside of Salsola's territory, which she intended to harvest and replant in the garden. The medic and gardener knew a lot about plants and their uses so she had noted chives antiseptic and vitamin qualities.

The woman, just past childhood, had returned just after midday, riding Remy this time. The large Hispano Breton was favoured this time as Keshi had been worked well today and was no doubt tired form all his effort. The strawberry roan stallion moved quickly, or at least as fast as he could given his size, towards the garden. Odessa rode again without tack as she usually did clutching a plastic pot filled with chive plants to her chest. She would be quick in planting these, eager to go home and cook up a meal for herself and Imhotep, she would of course give the scraps to Novak. Dismounting again, Odessa pulled out the wooden spade and dug a few holes for the three large plants, before covering them over and pouring a small amount of water on them. Standing up, cleaning herself and mounting Remy, she rode home. Pleased at another days hard work.

'cause I have made it through this far in an unforgiving place

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