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[Unlike most people, Ammy had deemed to remain on Enso while the islands overhead wafted curiously through the clouds. There was simply too much going on prior for her to go off again so quickly. The death and rebirth of the sun was taxing on her body and soul, and even when she was rejuvenated...the surge of energy was only so. It was brief, and she still needed a great, long rest afterwards. It's a miracle she woke up at all, as the warmth and sunshine returned to the islands, and she could curl up in the illuminating rays and heat her fur and stomach...but today she had set out to do something.
Something rather important.
As far as Ammy knew, very few people were making use of the Monkey Compound - a shame, really...she and the Storyteller put so much effort into restoring it to a natural state, cleaning the earth of malice and making it lush, green, and fertile. It's that fertility that Ammy is hoping for, and as she paces around, looking for the best spot, she paws and sniffs at the earth curiously before moving on. Eventually she settles on a good spot, and starts to dig. She's not simply digging holes, though. No, her able paws and claws tear through roots and tough clumps of earth. She tosses and kicks out rocks, slices large and ugly roots with her brush skills, and the larger, more stubborn boulders? Well, she has a hard head (though crumbling rock with a headbutt takes a lot out of her now, and even the goddess needs a moment or two to recover from the dizziness).
Anyone, if they're passing by, is welcome to see the wolf digging up the earth in a very structured sort of way, as if she were tilling the land, but she really doesn't expect anyone at all to come strolling by. This place, after all, is off the beaten path, and so many people were whisked away to the floating islands if they didn't go there themselves... It's not like anything here is ready, after all. Making sure the earth is ready to seed is going to be the most time consuming task, after all. It'll probably take up several hours. Several very, very filthy hours. By the time she's finished, hardy a spot of white remains on her coat, now marred by brown, black, and hints of a red-green. Even the most vigorous of shakes doesn't remove the dirt and soil - she'll need a proper bath, and...while Ammy is so against the concept, even she knows she's a mess right now.
Though that, uh...that doesn't mean she's ready to head out to the nearest source of water for a wash. No...n-no, she'll uh. She'll get to it. Eventually...
I mean!! The garden is hardly finished! She still has to use her Bloom brush skill and magic up a few little sprouts. What would people like though? Beans, perhaps? Oh, maybe radishes? Mm...or some bok choy! And tomatoes!! Definitely tomatoes. What else? Carrots sound lovely...oh, and some tea leaves are a must.
Bah, she really should have thought this through first. The planting is the easy part, but figuring out what to grow is so difficult! What sorts of things are tasty? B-Besides everything...]
Something rather important.
As far as Ammy knew, very few people were making use of the Monkey Compound - a shame, really...she and the Storyteller put so much effort into restoring it to a natural state, cleaning the earth of malice and making it lush, green, and fertile. It's that fertility that Ammy is hoping for, and as she paces around, looking for the best spot, she paws and sniffs at the earth curiously before moving on. Eventually she settles on a good spot, and starts to dig. She's not simply digging holes, though. No, her able paws and claws tear through roots and tough clumps of earth. She tosses and kicks out rocks, slices large and ugly roots with her brush skills, and the larger, more stubborn boulders? Well, she has a hard head (though crumbling rock with a headbutt takes a lot out of her now, and even the goddess needs a moment or two to recover from the dizziness).
Anyone, if they're passing by, is welcome to see the wolf digging up the earth in a very structured sort of way, as if she were tilling the land, but she really doesn't expect anyone at all to come strolling by. This place, after all, is off the beaten path, and so many people were whisked away to the floating islands if they didn't go there themselves... It's not like anything here is ready, after all. Making sure the earth is ready to seed is going to be the most time consuming task, after all. It'll probably take up several hours. Several very, very filthy hours. By the time she's finished, hardy a spot of white remains on her coat, now marred by brown, black, and hints of a red-green. Even the most vigorous of shakes doesn't remove the dirt and soil - she'll need a proper bath, and...while Ammy is so against the concept, even she knows she's a mess right now.
Though that, uh...that doesn't mean she's ready to head out to the nearest source of water for a wash. No...n-no, she'll uh. She'll get to it. Eventually...
I mean!! The garden is hardly finished! She still has to use her Bloom brush skill and magic up a few little sprouts. What would people like though? Beans, perhaps? Oh, maybe radishes? Mm...or some bok choy! And tomatoes!! Definitely tomatoes. What else? Carrots sound lovely...oh, and some tea leaves are a must.
Bah, she really should have thought this through first. The planting is the easy part, but figuring out what to grow is so difficult! What sorts of things are tasty? B-Besides everything...]
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