March 21, 2017, 10:01 PM
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Kitsch was glad that the sandy woman did not immediate deny her assistance. Better than simply accepting, the stranger actually knew what she was talking about! Kitsch did not truly understand the pandemic popularity of such a plant, so she felt like quite the botanist at the moment — and to know the medicinal properties of such? Oh, what a good little caretaker she was! Kitsch puffed out the gamine curve of her chest, quite proud of herself — and her inner monologue mocked her packman Lia for assuming she couldn’t [wouldn’t?] earn a trade.
The stranger hadn’t seen any poppy around, but knew where to find it. “That’s great. I’m Kitsch.” Kitsch offered blithely, rolling her remind shoulders as if to say shall we get to it, then? Then the strange duo unceremoniously began their sweep of the cache. Kitsch pranced several steps behind Semira, eyes sweeping the landscape for any sign of that familiar stalk and distinctive seed pod — but saw none. Perhaps it was still too early in the season? But for some reason Kitsch implicitly trusted this [only slightly older] woman, so if Semira said they were around here somewhere, then it was around here somewhere. If it wasn’t, there were the other options for pain management and soothing — what were they? Kitsch thought hard for a moment before West’s mantra rushed back to her: Willow trees, but the inner bark was hard to get to. Valerian root, with that small, white flowers. To Kitsch, one was as good as the next for overcoming the pains of pup-having, so she searched for them all.
Perhaps this woman had even more information about caregiving that she could glean? Kitsch smiled coyly up at Semira without even checking to see if she was looking. Whatever Semira know, Kitsch wanted to know. Kitsch might be blasé from the day to day, but Kitsch with a mission in her heart was a sight to behold — and right now, Kitsch's mission was to prove her worth to Teaghlaigh. So, she chirped to her friend “What do yah like to do?”
[/td][/tr][/table]The stranger hadn’t seen any poppy around, but knew where to find it. “That’s great. I’m Kitsch.” Kitsch offered blithely, rolling her remind shoulders as if to say shall we get to it, then? Then the strange duo unceremoniously began their sweep of the cache. Kitsch pranced several steps behind Semira, eyes sweeping the landscape for any sign of that familiar stalk and distinctive seed pod — but saw none. Perhaps it was still too early in the season? But for some reason Kitsch implicitly trusted this [only slightly older] woman, so if Semira said they were around here somewhere, then it was around here somewhere. If it wasn’t, there were the other options for pain management and soothing — what were they? Kitsch thought hard for a moment before West’s mantra rushed back to her: Willow trees, but the inner bark was hard to get to. Valerian root, with that small, white flowers. To Kitsch, one was as good as the next for overcoming the pains of pup-having, so she searched for them all.
Perhaps this woman had even more information about caregiving that she could glean? Kitsch smiled coyly up at Semira without even checking to see if she was looking. Whatever Semira know, Kitsch wanted to know. Kitsch might be blasé from the day to day, but Kitsch with a mission in her heart was a sight to behold — and right now, Kitsch's mission was to prove her worth to Teaghlaigh. So, she chirped to her friend “What do yah like to do?”
smells just like vanilla
kiss is sugary sweet
skins warm like an oven
& tastes like buttercream
kiss is sugary sweet
skins warm like an oven
& tastes like buttercream
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RE: currach - by Semira - March 07, 2017, 06:12 AM
RE: currach - by Kitsch - March 12, 2017, 06:28 PM
RE: currach - by Semira - March 14, 2017, 02:56 PM
RE: currach - by Kitsch - March 21, 2017, 10:01 PM
RE: currach - by Semira - March 26, 2017, 01:42 PM
RE: currach - by Kitsch - April 02, 2017, 07:27 PM