|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:05 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
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.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:14 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:17 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:23 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:27 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:36 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Tipsy laughed merrily. "Dearie, I forget a lot of things. However...." She hummed and laid down in front of the kio to think on this. Yes, she'd sometimes gotten Very Drunk and done things she didn't remember, but this needed a very specific answer.
"There was one time, when apparently I started mucking about with my supplies to make a new drink. When I woke up, it was already fermenting, and all my gear was cleaned and put away. No one could tell me exactly what I'd done, or in what order, so I couldn't duplicate it. And when I did crack open the log months later, it was so perfect and tasty, I wanted to cry. I'll never know what I did, so I can never make more."
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:39 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:44 pm
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|