Amorpheous
Tipsy pawed up another weed and looked around the little vineyard she'd been encouraging to grow. So far, it was working out well. Peck the chicken wasn't very helpful here, as the feathered terror tended to eat the seeds she wanted kept planted, but Bean the pangolin would helpfully grunt at the birds and animals that came into the area. If they were persistent, he'd chase them off physically. He was rather smart in his own way.
She thought, as she tossed a weed aside, about the handsome acha she'd met during the recent festival. The meeting had been fleeting, but his invitation had been obvious, and she was intrigued. It might be nice to have littles tearing about again. Feeling inspired by a sudden rush of maternal leanings, she dug up one of the healthiest, budding vines and transplanted it into a gourd. She trotted off with it, seeking out a legendary, any legendary, to gift it to in exchange for a blessing.