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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 6:59 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) This was a day for soothing. Blood of Mine wasn’t sure what it was about today, but she felt somehow out of balance. Lavender was her decided soother for today -- a soft scent to hang around her cave was a good start, at least. Besides, she probably needed a bit more as it was. It was not always something in high demand, but she had a feeling that it may be worthy of stashing in the coming days or weeks.
Finding lavender, however, could be somewhat tricky. It didn’t grow in the wettest areas of the swamp -- Blood of Mine had to find dryer earth, sometimes on the fringes of the swamp. She wasn’t sure she was ready for such a large journey as that, so for now she was taking a look at the few places closer to home where she just might find what she was looking for.
Luckily, she was fairly sure that she smelled something on the air. Blood of Mine altered her course slightly to follow the breezy path her nose was finding…
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 7:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 7:25 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) As the scent grew stronger, the doe was sure she had found a great area for not only lavender, but possibly a few other flowers as well. The soft smell of petals was creeping in at the edges. Unfortunately, as she came around the corner, Blood of Mine was met with the entirely unexpected scene of a buck running through the field, kicking and smashing and generally laying swift destruction to many of the field’s be-petaled inhabitants. Slightly stunned, she paused at the edge of the field and watched for a moment.
He seemed clearly upset -- to be fair, perhaps it didn’t take much to discern that, as Blood didn’t see many other reasons to lay waste to a field of otherwise pleasant things. She could imagine that somehow the kicking and destruction was helping -- or, at least, seemed to be for the moment; otherwise, why would he continue? As such, she wasn’t sure if she should intervene… For the moment, it seemed enough flowers might survive for her to still harvest a few. Then again, who knew how long he’d been at it, or how long he might continue… His radius might yet increase…
After a solid moment of watching and contemplating, Blood of Mine decided that perhaps intervening would spare enough of the flowers for her purposes and those of repopulation, while also allowing another outlet for him -- someone to talk to. She took a few steps forward and called out to him, and would have maneuvered to hopefully be more in his sightline if he’d had a consistent one; as it was, he was turning quite a bit, so she’d have to hope that her voice caught his attention.
“Excuse me! Do you intend to crush all the flowers before you’re through?” She waited for his attention before continuing, “Because if so, perhaps you should tell me now so I can begin my search for another field with lavender…”
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 7:56 pm
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Ugh. How humiliating. Here he was, standing and feeling judged by this dainty, elegant slip of a thing– and knowing she'd done nothing wrong that he could tell her off for, given that he'd only just met her.
He took in a deep breath to respond, and stopped, nose twitching as he did as she asked, taking in the scent of the lavender. It was powerful, yes, but not overwhelming– not in the way that many flowers did– like lilies.
"I don't feel very relaxed," he replied mutinously– he didn't owe her anything, and so he would be stubborn, and try to keep feeling offended. "Today sucks, everything sucks, these flowers suck, and just... rrrrgh!"
He lashed a leg out, tearing up a large chunk of loam and sending it flying harmlessly off to the side, where it landed with a quiet 'thud'– a far less satisfying noise when he knew someone was watching– and judging– him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 8:50 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) Blood of Mine kept a pleasant smile on her face, giggling just a bit. "Well, perhaps you're not in the right mind for it to have its proper effect." He was certainly being stubborn, but who was to say he didn't have every reason to be upset and take his time wallowing in the emotion. She certainly wasn't going to tell him to move on before he was ready.
So long as he was going to sit and stew, however, she figured she would take advantage of his steadiness for a moment -- even if he was still feisty enough to kick up a clod of dirt. For her own part, she resumed looking for suitable stalks of lavender already broken on the ground. Smaller ones she would turn to weave in her hair, and any bigger ones she would set aside to gather up before she left.
"If you feel so inclined, you're free to talk through your trouble while I gather some lavender. Otherwise, I won't be long and you can resume your stress-relief soon..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 9:59 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) Well, that didn't take much, did it? The doe wasn't sure if she was surprised at the influx of information, or not. He'd seemed so self-conscious before that she wasn't sure he'd be willing to open up -- but his emotions were running high, so perhaps it wasn't a surprise that he would take the outlet when offered.
She nodded as he spoke, both wanting to indicate that she was, indeed, listening, and also because -- well, she understood his frustration. She glanced at him, "I can see why you needed the escape." She would have said more, but she had a feeling he had plenty more to contribute about the issue, and she generally found that others did well when they could talk through their struggles as much on their own. She would probably contribute more later, but for now it seemed that venting would be good for him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 10:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 12:30 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 12:39 am
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) Blood of Mine actually chuckled. She didn't mean to be insensitive, but she certainly wasn't going to try and right any wrongs she wasn't actually involved in. "I wouldn't hope so."
Turning back, she settled to look at him for a moment, "And what do you plan to do in the meantime?" He could kick more plants, of course, but she was hoping that perhaps the discussion had calmed that urge in him. Perhaps he could find something more productive to carry on with -- though, really, that was up to him, and she wouldn't fault him for wanting to continue to pout. But for her at least, she felt better when she did something about her troubles, so maybe the same could be true for him. It might be worth suggesting an alternative to pouting.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 12:42 am
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