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Gardening

[Fall is coming, and with it comes the putting a garden to sleep before the frost hits. Kel has never done this herself, but she is armed with books and the internet and a lot of observing farmers back home, she will prevail. This does involve a lot of her on her knees in dirt and perhaps some muttering. Occasionally, she’ll glance at a corner of the garden and shake her head. If you have any ideas on how literal out of this world plants can be dealt with, she’s open to ideas.]

Peachblossom

[The gelding totally has a social life now, and periodically walks down the road to De Chima outskirts to see if he can mooch food off unsuspecting bystanders, or spot someone he tolerates enough for a ‘conversation’. If you’re a farm visitor, you might find him wandering around the pastures, snorting at the leaves turning colors. Fall. What a weird thing.]

Baking

[Kel is not as useless as she was when she first arrived back in February, but she’s still got a long way to go before she can be consistent. Coming into the kitchen, one might be greeted with smoke and a LOT of swearing on the…private aspects of Mithros. Hopefully he doesn’t mind much.]

[Or a wildcard option!]

Edited 2016-09-04 04:47 (UTC)

[Daryl had avoided his family for the first week he was back after the power update. Spent it in the woods fighting the urge to snack on every squirrel and bird he saw without bothering to kill them first. He'd eventually given into that urge. Not in the woods, but in Heropa. In the park. In an embarrassing incident he'd rather forget ever happened. He couldn't, though. The only good thing that came out of it was that his cravings had been curbed to something he could ignore again. He wasn't sure how long that would last. Would have to get used to it. But at the moment he was okay.

Which meant he needed to use the time he had before they came on again telling his one animal friend to keep his distance. If Daryl couldn't fight the urge, he didn't want it to be at one of the random times he saw Peachblossom.

He swallowed his fear and guilt and headed out to the farm on his De Chima bike. The noise announcing his presence long before he came into view on the drive.]

[ Fire! The house is on fire! At least, the trickle of smoke coming out of the kitchen window is what has Hawke hightailing it back across from the barn to burst through the back door, the farm's pack of dogs hot on her trail and flooding in half a second later. Which would have been terrible, had this been an actual fire! ]

Where is it?! [ One hand held up, magic -- in the form of blue light -- already gathered and prepared to become ice if need be. ] What's... burning?

[ But it's only Kel and whatever she has in the oven, apparently. Oops. ]

Edited 2016-09-04 22:25 (UTC)

[Peachblossom puts his head over the gate at the noise, ears back. Not many vehicles come out this far, and certainly not any like that bike. He's not able to see who it is till Daryl dismounts, the noise and smell of the bike covering any familiarity.

But when the man does, Peachblossom will...not WICKER, but make a less than grumbling noise in greeting]

[Kel is opening a window to air out the smoke and nearly trips over Faucon as she waves it away]

Mithros' sack, DOG-!

[She spots Hawke and sighs-coughs]

Something spilled, I'll clean it.

[ The time and day is about midday, during the week. One of Hawke's days off from helping at the shelter and easily making her the only person on the farm, between Lucy being the new ambassador and Kel undoubtedly trailing after their queenly friend wherever she go. Of course, she won't just be hanging around waiting for the thief to make an arrival. There are other things to do, after all, on a farm.

In this case, she's out in the stable, checking on the horses. Dane, even larger and furrier than the last time Kasumi would have seen him, trails along after, quiet and not at all bothering the other, far bigger animals in there. ]

I suppose we should let them out into the field for a bit. [ Mostly talking to the dog, of course. Hawke herself is friendly with the horses, but they aren't really her thing. ] It's not like I'm going anywhere and Kel can chase them back in later...

[Peachblossom's greeting makes him easy to find and Daryl wanders over in that direction. He's come prepared with a peace offering. Peaches, of course. Already halved. It was a preemptive apology, too.

Daryl got close enough that he could stretch his arm out and feed his favorite asshole. But not get so close he risked giving into his urge to try and pet the guy. He was feeling just out of sorts and depressed enough that he was sorely tempted to bury his head against Peachblossom's neck and try to pretend the world didn't exist anymore. He didn't do hugs, really, but damn if he didn't need one.

Just he knew Peachblossom wasn't the sort for it. And it was better that way, anyway. Keep his distance. Make it so it was harder for the horse to come at him if he got mad over anything Daryl had to say.]

Hey. Said I'd come see you, didn't I?

[Peachblossom snorts loudly as the scent of peach juice hits his noise and he rumbles again. Banging his hoof against the fence comes out to a 'H E Y'.

He's trying this 'polite' thing, maybe. Just the once.]

How you been?

[Daryl snorted down some air, doing his level best not to look like he felt. Ready to break down. He couldn't do that. He had people that needed him and he'd already spent damn near a week avoiding them. At least with Peachblossom, the guy had other people and could depend on them. Daryl was just another human passing through his life.

He handed over another peach half.]

Kel still treating you right?

[Peachblossom twitches his shoulders in a shrug and nods, chewing happily. Kel is entirely wrapped up in her new mate, silly thing really, glad he doesn't have to deal with that in any capacity.

Reaching out to sniff the next slice, he eyes Daryl. The man smells of exhaustion sweat and....blood. Surprised, Peachblossom pulls his head back, snorting a bit to clear his nostrils and get a better taste of that.]

[Daryl hadn't exactly been showering as much as he should lately. His own odor helped drown out the smells around him that his nose was now much too sensitive to. Getting used to the changes in his hearing and smell, even his sense of taste, it was slow going.

Still, he recognized that disquieted reaction and gave a rueful smirk.]

Sorry 'bout the smell. Got me a new... new power not that long ago. Ain't exactly been good to me.

[He paused and dropped his head.]

's why I'm here. Don't think I should come say hi no more when I see you around. It...

[Daryl took a deep breath.]

It ain't safe.

[Wow, excuse YOu, Peachblossom can tell when a thing is dangerous and if he cares! Just to prove it, he snatches the other peach half from Daryl's hand and chews it furiously.

So there]

[The action got an amused, but very sad snort from Daryl. He had to take another deep breath just to steady himself.]

I got two more for you.

[Thus the apology part of the peace offering.]

Then I gotta go.

[Peachblossom stamps out a 'N O' and shakes his mane. This wasn't being assigned somewhere else, like Kel was all the time. Daryl was just refusing to come by? He's not scared by blood, he's a war horse, by the First Herd!]

[Daryl knew what Peachblossom meant by that. He shook his head.]

Ain't up for negotiation. I gotta. You... I ain't safe to be around you. Barely safe to be around other humans now.

[He held out the peach half, hoping the horse would take it. He didn't want to have to put them on the fence and walk away with them uneaten.]

[Peachblossom puts his ears back and paces along the fence and back again. Rumbling deep in his chest, he paws at the ground, not tapping just in frustration. Finally, he reaches out and takes the last slice, just to show he's not afraid. The smell of old blood hits him from under Daryl's nails and he grumbles again.]

[Daryl let his hand drop away, not bothering to even wipe it off on his jeans. What spittle and peach juice Peachblossom had left there would dry up eventually. Leave it's smell lingering around Daryl for the next day or so until he showered. Help keep the odors of the world from overwhelming him again.

He dropped his head and nodded.]

Yeah. You got every right to be pissed at me. But the power they gave me this time around... I don't want to hurt ya. I don't wanna hurt no one and I already...

[It was a damn rabbit. But he hadn't even killed it before he...

Daryl sucked it up and took a slow step backwards.]

I don't want it to be this way, neither.

[With a final BANG against the fence, Peachblossom whirls and thunders off. Fine, he can do without a proximity acquaintance anyway.]

[Daryl dropped his head and instead of moving off to his bike, he finally stepped up to the fence and let himself lean against it. He didn't know a better way of doing this. Didn't want to do it in the first place.

But it was better this way, right? Peachblossom would be too mad at him to come near again. He'd be safe.

Daryl just needed a moment to catch his breath and steady himself. This wasn't one of the times he could allow himself to let it out. Just needed to suck it up.]

'm sorry.

[He said to no one but himself, fighting tears.]

[Peachblossom's tantrum does not go unnoticed, as the pasture runs parallel to the kitchen garden. Kel looks up from her mulching as the gelding runs past and stops to kick the salt block before continuing on past the house.

Getting up, she takes a few steps towards the pasture before glancing back in the direction he came from. The light glints off Daryl's bike, drawing her over to investigate.

...Ah.]

Daryl? Is it?

["What did you do to my horse?" goes unsaid.]

[Daryl hasn't been able to prevent the tears as much as he'd been trying. They came fast and even though his shoulders didn't shake, it was obvious what was happening when he lifted his head.]

[But he hated anyone seeing him like that and immediately ducked his head away, one arm coming across his face to wipe the wet from his cheeks. Even the snot from his now-runny nose. He sucked in another breath and turned his body so his back was more toward the fence and Kel and he could keep his face hidden.]

Yeah. Hey.

[Said in short, gruff, bursts.]

Edited 2016-09-05 04:35 (UTC)

[...Ah...

Kel pulls at her gloves and smacks them against her thigh to loosen them, giving him time to pull himself together. As she finally gets them off, she glances over at Daryl and keeps her voice neutral]

You seem to have upset my horse.

[She doesn't mean to place the emphasis on 'my', but there it is anyway]

[Daryl didn't know Kel that well. It wasn't as easy to talk to her as it was his people. The fact that she'd caught him crying didn't help at all. And now she wanted to force the issue with that damn horse of hers. Shit it was almost like being back on the farm with Hershel, getting talked at over taking Nelly out and getting thrown.

His shoulders stiffened and he didn't attempt to turn or face her further as he grunted out his words.]

Didn't like what I had to say.

[ Kasumi's got to admit, a farm is one of the last places you'd ever find her at. There's something austere, charming, and romantic about the countryside that Kasumi does like, but it's one of those things she usually admires from afar. She could see some appeal in living all the way out here, but it's not her thing, personally.

But. It wouldn't be so bad to get away from everything and wind down at a place like this, she thinks.

In spite of their earlier conversation, Kasumi does show up in a hooded coat and looking generally out of place, because of course she does. When she can't seem to get a response out of any of the doors or windows at the farm house, she decides she probably ought not to try and break in... she's pretty sure one of the ladies that lives here is the ambassador, so. Yeah. Probably shouldn't break in. So she takes to wandering around the grounds, instead, in search of Hawke and yes, invisibly. Call it a force of habit.

She somewhat recognizes a bark that she's almost certain sounds like Dane's, and it leads her to the stable, where she does find Hawke. Kasumi's (appropriately outdoorsy) boots make no sound on the grass and dirt, but she does drop out of her cloak. ]

Wow, look at you. You fit right into this scenery, Hawke.

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