Phoenix Maplewood oblivion

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He seemed... uncertain of the puddle thing where as before he'd been all over it. "Now who's backing out?" she cooed, as he continued. Did she wish to shove him into a puddle? At the moment? Definitely yes. She was also hoping the puddle was connected to a stream so she could properly wash up afterwards. If she had to shove him into a puddle?"I will." Being careful about it? Ha. The way she saw it, there would be a quick shoulder jab with the bottom of her foot to his shoulder. Quick. Easy. Over and done with. Minimal contact. Easy peasy.

They continued on, walking beneath the cover of the trees. Oh? Had she heard him wrong? "Well don't mistake me for having that either." Though truthfully, of the two she was far more lacking in compassion than sentiment. Compassion was love for others. Sentiment was self-love. Her world did very much revolve around herself. Her day to day was guided by her own desires and very few were important enough for her to dedicate any thought towards.

While they idled her thoughts were mostly for herself and her garden. There were a thousand plant things in the world to consider and a thousand more when it came to proper upkeep. She needed both a thriving garden and an herb den. Both of which would need to be carved from the soil. She'd need a labor team for the heavy lifting and unfortunately she her options here were not as vast as they'd been back at the rise. Hmm. Perhaps she'd have to get a little dirt under her nails. The thought repulsed her.

Nevertheless, she was jerked back to the present by his voice and their following conversation. He was being compliant now. She wasn't sure which she preferred. The banter of before? Or the quietness of now? Either way, she'd not waste anymore precious thought on it as he turned to lead her elsewhere. Eventually, the sweet, crisp smell of the stream touched her nose and not long after, the trickling of the water met her ears.

Once there, she made true on her promise to push him into the stream before swiftly retreating along the waterline to clean herself of the bodily contact he'd had with her. There were simply some things a lady did not do in front of a male and bathing was one of those things.

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