This seemed rather simple. Shelter tipped his head and the gourd, watching the water trickle out and soak into the dirt around the plant's roots.
Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 7:59 pm
She set hers down. "So if you could water, I'll weed, and this place will be pristine in no time!" She laughed, delighted with the help she was getting. It was always more pleasant to work with good company.
He set his gourd down, he couldn't talk with it in his mouth. "I could and will." Shelter smiled. "Thank you, for your help." He turned, taking the gourd and headed back to the stream.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 5:40 pm
"And thank you for yours!" Tipsy watched him go, tipping her head with interest. He was very pretty to look at, and she wondered if he would stick around a while. Well, whatever would happen would happen and she had little control over it. She set her hooves back to popping weeds into the pile.
Shelter continued to water, falling into a rhythm of dunk, tip, repeat. It was rather soothing to have a continuing job and as he tipped water over the last plant, a bit prideful, it was also sort of awarding.
Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 9:53 am
When the last weed had been removed, and the last vine watered, Tipsy invited Shelter back to her place. After all, he was very handsome.
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