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All Welcome  June 02, 2018, 05:07 AM
Lucas
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Lucas reflected, as he basked in a cloud of pollen, on how much he loved flowers.

They came to the world without warning, bright little buds among the grass and explosive white clusters on the trees. It seemed to happen overnight to the pup, whose impression of time was warped—one day in the eyes of an imaginative child was five to a tired adult with too little time. One day there was only green in the valley, and the next, enticing white and light pink bulbs could be found around every corner. Lucas had done everything imaginable to the young flowers as they sprouted and grew: licked them, batted them around, chewed on them, pressed his ear delicately against them, listening for a song or a secret.

Then came the bees and the pollen. Presently the air was choked with wispy white fluffs that lodged in his nose and made him sneeze (but who doesn't love sneezing, amiright). Where they landed, minute sprinkles of yellow remained. The bees hummed busily around trees and occasionally around his ears, but they never bothered him even when he chased after them, giggling. Yep, Lucas loved spring and he loved the flowers. On his back in a cluster of them under the clear mid-morning sky, he thumped his tail joyfully on the ground and reached out a browning paw to gently touch a closed bud.

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June 06, 2018, 03:08 AM
Piper
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Piper always seemed to have an interest in what her brother was doing. It was as though his business was automatically her business. Perhaps it was a deeply rooted love for the round boy, or the light in his sparkling blue eyes, but she felt as though she was inclined to join him in each of his endeavors. As they had grown a fait bit older, their adventures were more appropriately moved outside of the den. It was nice to enjoy the heat from the sun and the whispers of the wind as it filtered through their stretch of the valley. Piper had never really been one to notice her surroundings – not the way Lucas had – but she did feel a particular giddiness in the new light that had graced their home.
 
On that particular day, she had set out in search of her larger brother with a nose to the earth and a hounding for his scent. She found him enjoying the peace of new flowers. His tail beat against the earth as he sat and reached a delicate paw toward a flower bud. Piper watched him for a moment with a curious expression before she trotted closer and called out in a singsong voice, “Luuuuu!”
June 07, 2018, 10:43 PM
Lucas
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He could stay there for the rest of his life and Lucas would be content. What more could a fat young pup ask for but a light breeze, the sway of pollen in the air, the murmuring of bees and the the heady scent of fresh buds all around? It was his own little heaven. The only thing missing was a strobe light and a bass drop. The former couldn't be found in nature but the latter was easy enough: his siblings interrupted him often enough to serve the purpose, and as his ears flicked up to the high note of Piper's voice, he knew it was time to get up.

But he didn't. He managed to lift his chin to his chubby, upturned sternum and lazily scanned the warped horizon until he spotted his bright-hued sister. "Hi, Pie," he said with a giggle, rolling arduously to his side and patting the ground with a humongous paw. "Preeeeelly," he insisted, injecting all his desire for his sister to enjoy the flowers with him into that singular drawl.

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June 08, 2018, 02:36 AM
Piper
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There were few things in life that caused the girl to feel euphoria, but the happy rolling of her brother’s stout frame was certainly one of them. Piper met him with twinkling little puppy eyes and she pranced toward his invite with far too much enthusiasm. Lucas was a delight, and Piper had never found a moment that she had disliked him (even though he had been a food hog. How else do you get to be so perfectly rotund?). It was a ride or die relationship that was blooming as they aged. 

Plopping herself down next to him and peering at his flowers with a curious sniff, Piper agreed that it was super pretty. She inched a bit closer and inhaled sharply, activating instant sneeze mode. She fired off like a semi-automatic rifle in the hands of an over-eager first time shooter. After roughly eight sneezes, she looked to her brother with watering eyes and smiled. “Prilly flower, Lu,” she mumbled with a thick tongue. 

Then, she hit the flower pipe again and exploded with another string of sneezes that shook her entire body. Damn, spring... 
June 09, 2018, 10:06 PM
Lucas
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Did you know some people are allergic to flowers? Lucas didn't. Piper's sneezing elicited a wild round of merry giggles that shook his entire paunch, because he was a fan of sneezing, too. There wasn't anything he wasn't a fan of thus far, except maybe Nunataq's authoritative actions at times, but only because she was still considered a visitor and it was bad manners. He reached out his tan-tipped paw to poke the flower once more and he chuckled again as its head bobbed on the stem.

"Wha' doin'?" he wondered, fixing his red sibling with a pleasant smile and curious eyes. Had she been up to some adventure before finding him here? Had Laurel taken her for a walk? Had she been spending time with the newcomers? Lucas enjoyed hearing about his siblings' days; earlier, Wyatt had told him about the eight legs he had squished and then tried to eat, and how gross it tasted. Lucas had kept his eyes peeled for eight legs ever since so he could try them, too, but he had yet to find even one.

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June 10, 2018, 12:50 AM
Piper
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After inducing several more sneezes, Piper looked to her round brother with watery eyes and a goofy little smile on her small face. She wasn’t certain if she enjoyed the sensation of sneezing just yet, but it was definitely something that made her little ears buzz for a moment. After the disorientation had worn away from her rusty frame, she peered at Lucas while he bapped against another flower with a smile. It was infectious to watch him play, and the young Redleaf girl was enthralled with joining him in everything that he did, only because he was so much fun. Wyatt always liked to chew on her ears, so she got sick of him a lot quicker.
 
“Seepin,” she answered his question with a heavy-lidded blink or two. Naps were always the best, of course, so she tried to squeeze in as many as three a day, or else she just wasn’t fit to venture out into the world. If she could have managed four, Piper would have been all the more thrilled by it. “Lu hungry?” Piper then asked him, feeling the familiar ache in the pit of her stomach that signaled she might need a little snack or two.
June 19, 2018, 05:23 PM
Lucas
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Conversational though the young chub was, Lucas still possessed an attention span that only suited users aged one to three, so he was already off on some other tangent in his head by the time Piper responded. As a result he had nothing to add and offered no other social cues for their conversation to springboard from. A back-and-forth exchange of about two seconds was all anyone could expect from him; he was much better at physically engaging others by dancing or tusseling with them than he was talking.

Good thing Piper was good at this, then. She offered another subject and Lucas paused, paw half-cocked toward the flower for another pat, to think about his answer. "No," he admitted, but then added, "maybe?" when his belly, motivated by the mere thought of food, pinched gently.

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