Coconut Grove minute maid pink lemonade

@Dalia but anyone welcome <3

Saucy wasn’t the biggest fan of the coast, but in her travels she had come across these things which boggled her mind and left her wanting more; coconuts. Before she settled down she decided that it was very important to have some more, to crack open one and taste the sugary cream inside. So she hightailed it from her favorite place, Rising Sun Valley, and made her way towards the coast. When she arrived she traveled down until she finally found what she was looking for. The big brown tree balls.

The white lioness weaves through a beautiful grove of coconut trees, her mouth practically watering as she looked at the nuts up above. When at last she saw one on the ground she raced towards it and went to work attempting to crack it. She gnawed at it ferociously, determined growls escaping her maw.

raised on sea-salted meat, velen had never found in himself a taste for the round fruits. but he had discovered in boyhood the marvelous properties of coconut for things such as kick-it — a game velen was sure he had invented — and water-holding.
the latter was the only reason why the light glinted from the mayfair-cairn's pelt as he wove between the tall trees. intending only to grab one and depart to a cliff where it might be more easily broken, the tall yearling's attention was instead captured by a whisper of white fur.
a few steps forward brought him the sight of a rather androgynous-looking creature gnawing at a fallen fruit. unable to stop himself, a second later velen snorted in amusement.
"interesting choice of nuts, dude."
no one had ever accused the orca-boy of being overly polite, and velen had not a single intention of gunning for that trophy now.

still wanted to join! but i'm gonna be a little vague since we already have a thread together that hasn't played out <3

coconuts were not foreign things to the seaborn girl. they washed up on shore often enough at drageda, and portia had shown her how to use them to hold water and seeds and to grow plants. she wandered curiously through the grove. it was the opposite direction of where ford had told her he was making his claim, but dalia would meet back up with him. there was simply no reason to rush.

she spotted velen with her cool gaze, nose twitching as she padded off after him, only to spot a pale girl gnawing ungracefully on a coconut. dalia held back a reaction, staring without an expression. there were plenty of ways to do that better... but, oh well. 

she padded around the side of one of the thin trunks, revealing a shocked look as he made a rather crude comment, but she didn't appear angry or upset-- merely surprised that someone would say such a thing. "you should try breaking it on a rock-- or dropping it," she offered, a little more helpful than the boy to her left.

The curvy yearling looked up only with her icy gaze, her mouth still around her coconut. She looked at the boy who’d spoken to her, analyzing him for a moment, then took her mouth off of her prize. I’m assuming you’ve got a better one then bro? she replied nonchalantly, though with a wry smile. Then they were joined by yet another, a female smaller than her with a face covered in spots. She was much less blunt, and actually helpful.

Cool, thanks for the advice, she said with a gracious look to the smaller grey woman, straightening up her posture just the slightest. I’m Saucy by the way, do you guys know each other or...

oh, it was a girl. velen's eyes traced the curvatures he had not seen the first time. before he could make another ill-mannered quip, another wolfess had arrived: the dapple-faced girl who had watched him attempt fratricide. as if — if he was going to kill anyone, it would be ford. but luckily for the other seabrothers, velen had no designs on anything murderous. or anything that required a great deal of effort. 
in order to claim this land, the mayfair-cairns would need to close ranks. for that reason, the burnt-gold boy supposed, he would keep them around. truth be told, he loved rann and ford very much, but wasn't about to say that. ever. "no," he interjected, even though the girl was clearly familiar. "never seen her before. probably a ghost." 
tipping them both a wink he meant to convey i'm kidding, his gaze flitted to the coconut-bashing stranger. "she's right, though. take that up high and drop it." a grin. "i'm velen." ghost or not, his terrible rudeness or not, the boy wasn't about to pass on a pair of pretty eyes.

though blunt and... certainly not the gentleman her father was, dalia didn't mind velen so much. he was kind of playful-- certainly not dull. but of course, time could always change her opinion of him. her gaze narrowed at him as he called her a ghost, brow furrowed. but her lips were turned into a playful smile-- especially as he let on that he was kidding. she could take a joke! but... dalia couldn't think of anything so witty within a reasonable time, so she fell quiet until velen introduced himself.

"dalia," she introduced, leaning against the bark of the palm, making note of the interesting name that the pale girl before her possessed. who would give a girl such an unfeminine name? in fact, dalia would argue that it was a bit... demeaning. saucy. "you probably should, too, you might break a tooth," she added, almost worriedly.

Saucy snorted at Velen’s sarcastic comment, her icy eyes narrowing at his wink but her grin remaining. He was funny, and she liked funny guys. She didn’t reply though, she let him continue and introduce himself, then turning to Dalia when she gave her name.

Both of them seemed to frown upon her biting the coconut, Dalia told her why why she thought it was a bad idea. Saucy liked her way, biting was fun and she was all about fun. But the idea of breaking a tooth was not cute, sure she didn’t want to look like a prissy girly girl, but she knew she was pretty and she wasn’t about to look like an crustardy hillbilly lookin old man for the sake of a challenge.

So dropping it was the new plan. She stood, shook out her thick ivory coat so that it fluffed up, then turned to face her company with a grin, you guys gonna help then? she asked.

dalia. velen watched her for a brief moment, before returning his attention to ... saucy, was it? what sort of name was that, and why did it fit her so oddly? or perhaps he was just being judgemental — at any rate, it ceased to matter when spicegirl invited them to go kick hairy nuts off a cliff somewhere. "well, i am definitely in," velen chuffed, plume beginning to stir at his heels with excitement. 
"if this doesn't work, sometimes when my brother spits on the ground, it just burns through like acid," the mayfair-cairn added, deadpan as he turned to squint toward a cluster of rocky outcroppings. inwardly, he shook with laughter, not at his own stupid joke, but at the vivid image of rannveig nonchalantly drooling his way into a black hole.

-stares at the 1500 typos i made in my last post-

velen's gaze was on her, dalia could feel it even as she focused on saucy. and then suddenly the pair were going to drop coconuts off cliffs. "me too," dalia parroted, standing straighter as saucy stood up and shook herself off. a but of sand flew in her direction, and dalia winced slightly at the flying specs, but it was harmless. 

"oh yeah?" dalia questioned to velen's joke, finding the image amusing but the remark rather rude, as rannveig was not here to defend himself. her brow quirked, lips turned up in a small smirk-- something dalia didn't wear often, and it fit her rather strangely. her face was meant for much softer expressions.   "or perhaps we could ask crabs to pinch them open for us." her own crack at a joke, but it was not nearly as creative as velen's. 

she was trying. the real world was not nearly as formal as drageda was.

Her oddly striped tail began to sway when her company agreed to help. Her eyes fell back to Velen as he made another sardonic joke, a crack at his brother. Her grin widened slightly, for she did love a good family joke. She was about to shoot one back at him, fired up and ready, when Dalia gave her two cents. Crabs, it was cute, A+ for trying! She glanced between the two of them, something about their combo being pretty funny, and a soft snicker escaped her mouth.

With a shake of her head and an amused expression lighting her face, she turned back to her coconut and picked it up. Another soft laugh escaped her mouth, and even with the big nut in her mouth she she couldn’t stop smiling. She turned towards the rocky outcropping and just started walking, assuming that her entertaining companions would follow.

Saucy is so amused

this is a fun thread. also i noticed no typos, only amazing writing as usual, ijs

saucy was laughing, dalia seemed bemused, and velen chuckled at her quip. "you be ambassador to the crabs, then," he purled back, stride carrying him after the giggling coconut-eater. he flanked their companion, eyes fixed on the cliffs they seem to have both spotted. "my other brother is ford. he doesn't have acid spit, but there's this one look he has, where he just stares at you and you confess your deepest sins." 
he was trotting slightly ahead of the feminine pair, angling himself in an awkward sideways step so that he could run his mouth and watch for their reactions at the same time. what he had said about ford was not entirely inaccurate: the cool regard of his brother could break hardened men. "let me know if you want me to carry your nut, friend," he tossed to saucy, tongue lolling in a cavalier grin.

i edited them :o ... <3 really enjoying their dynamic!!

"gladly," dalia said, all in good playful jest, but if anyone were to get along well enough to be an ambassador to the crabs-- it would be dalia. she was quite sure no one else had a way with sea life as she did, but she kept that to herself.

dalia flushed at the mention of ford, though her cropped fur hid it well. he was a male of the most bizarre charm, she could hardly even call it that. but she remembered, vividly, the hold he had on her when his gaze met hers. portia would be so disappointed-- had she been swayed so heavily merely by a gaze? oh-- she hadn't even realized that was what had happened. but if velen called it such, then it must be so.

"he wouldn't get much outta me," dalia decided to say, for some reason. what, are you proud of that, you goody two shoes? dalia hadn't done much of anything in her life-- certainly nothing dark. ford could pry nothing from her sweet lips. she observed the interaction velen had with saucy about the nut, tacking on, "i'd bet your mouth is big enough to hold it comfortably."

i agree this thread is super fun!! Also mag don’t worry bout it I ALWAY typos and usually I don’t even notice :”)

Ambassador to the crabs, Saucy repeated with a giggle, the idea of the grey woman talking to crabs was once again, amusing. She turned her head to look at Velen when he spoke again, this time about a different brother. As he spoke she put down the coconut and started to kick it in front of her, for her jaw was getting sore. She smiled when he finished, then decided to share her own anecdote. He sounds kinda like my bro, Sweet is one of those empathetic assholes who makes you feel bad about yourself because you laugh when somebody falls on their face, even though everybody knows it’s funny as shit.

Velen offered to carry Saucy’s prize for her, he must’ve noticed that she’d ceased holding it in her mouth and resorted to kicking it like a soccer ball. She narrowed her eyes in a pinched smile at his grin, and then when Dalia made her rather clever comment, she let her head fall back and she let out a loud, HA! now that was a good one! A++! Well damn Dalia, she said with a wide grin in the older girl’s direction. Then back to Velen, Here, she kicked it ahead towards him, it’s all yours trouty mouth.

sometimes i post and forget entire paragraphs plz never feel bad

velen's eyes shot sharply to dalia; his mouth curved in a surprised, happy titter. "that's me. velen 'coconut mouth' mayfair-cairn. we couldn't pick one last name," he added, rolling his eyes with faux annoyance. approaching saucy, the boy shoved the nut some ways across the ground. "do you call him buzz killington for short?" velen quipped before he parted his jaws and lifted the thing. not effortlessly, however — in mild chagrin, he was forced to set it down and readjust his grip. "ah! there," he muttered around its rough surface with a glint to his chesnut eyes. "like it wath made for my lipth."
trouty-mouth! he hadn't even gotten to reply to that one. but offering to carry the nut meant that for the moment, velen was condemned to short lisping sentences, and he had already annoyed himself listening to that. quietly he trotted along the she-wolves, still snickering about the entire affair.

a girlish giggle escaped dalia's mouth, her tail swishing at her hocks at the sheer thought of someone being named coconut mouth. if she wouldn't have been so distracted, she might've been reminded that she was stripped of her surname when she left drageda, but she was enjoying herself, and so such dark thoughts did not plague her. 

"are you all named adjectives?" dalia asked, a bit surprised to hear the name sweet come from her mouth. sweet and saucy, dalia could say confidently she would never name her own children such things-- but to each their own. 

and then, as velen lodged the coconut into his mouth, forcing a lisp upon himself, dalia smiled broadly, ducking her head to avoid him seeing just how amused she was, her nose pressing into her chest for a few moments until she could compose herself. but since velen was quiet, dalia hoped she could sneak in a word to saucy on her own. "are you from around here?" she asked the other female, a lightly-traced smile on her lips.

Buzz Killington, she'd never called Sweet that before but she stached it for future usage. Nah, usually just asshole, she replied with a shrug, a smile still tugging at her lips. She looked to Dalia when she was asked about her names. She shook her head and replied quickly, My actual name isn't Saucy, its uh, oh shit whats my name oh yeah, Sars Soleil. But one day my parents were like, 'sars quit bein so saucy' and then they just kept calling me Saucy. Same for my siblings, Sweet and Spicy, she answered, feeling sentimental and really missing her family for .5 seconds before she was drawn back into the amusing conversation.

She watched as Velen picked up her coconut and shoved it in his mouth. He tried to say something at first, but it was hard to understand. Unlike Dalia who politely tried to hide it, Saucy gave him an amusedly puzzled look, and a toothy grin as she watched him resign that method of communication as quickly as it'd begun. She could tell he probably had some qitty comback to trouty mouth, but he couldn't say it. Haha, one point spice girl.

 Dalia asked Saucy another question, Saucy turned to her again and chuckled as she said, Nohoho, I've been traveling all over the place. I come from way east of here, she said, jerking her head in the opposite direction of the coast.

sweet. saucy. he wanted to ask if there was a spicy in there, like if saucy's parents had just been two real hardcore fans of tastebuds, but the coconut was shifting uncomfortably in his jaws. arcing his neck and lifting it, the boy lengthened his stride into a slow canter, intending to close the short gap between the sea-cliffs and the trio.
velen worked his mouth a bit, feeling where it had come close to growing sore from his selfless and silent carrying of the hairy thing. he lay it comfortably alongside an overturned stone and returned to finish escorting saucy and dalia to where it rested. for once, he did not speak — the chestnut-eyed boy was considering the girl with pale stripes and whether or not she had a home to which she might return after their antics. why not remain with them upon the shoreline?
so deeply had he fallen into his thoughts that his reverie had turned him out to the sea; presently he blinked and waved his burnt-gold plume. "so. you ready to crack this nut, sars "saucy" soleil?" hell yeah he had been listening.

dalia smiled at the story. despite finding saucy's name a little demeaning, the story itself was touching, and left her thinking of her own family. "that's cute," she returned kindly, her tail wagging. and then, to hear saucy had no home, her ears pricked. 

"traveling is fun-- there's a group of us settling on the coast," she began, stare resting upon saucy's features, "velen and his brothers-- me." she added her own two cents, to be interpreted as saucy wanted. she didn't really have a final say in anything anyhow. and soon, velen had taken them to the coconut and asked if they were ready. dalia merely settled where she stood, tail flicking in an almost cat-like manner. she liked hearing the use of saucy's real name-- it sat well with dalia to know that velen had listened, it meant he cared. a small smile rested upon her sharp features.

Dalia’s response to Saucy’s story brought a smirk to her lips. They were a cute family, well not so much cute as fricking awesome. Thanks, she replied, her gaze briefly wandering to their trouty mouth tour guide. He started to pick up the pace, and Saucy figured they were getting near to the destination. She quickened to a trot as well, looking to Dalia when the speckled girl spoke again. This the white lioness found very interesting, her ears perked attentively. She planned on asking more questions, as she liked these two, but they came to the sea cliffs and so she postponed her curiosity.

She slowed to a stop and stood next to Velen, who proved that he was not only trouty mouth but also batty ears, for he had been listening earlier when she’d suspected he wasn’t. She smiled at this, hearing her full name was strange. Other than her parents, Velen was likely the first to use it. lets bust a nut, she said with a wry smirk, glancing from companion to companion, hoping they appreciated her joke as much as she did, cause she was internally cracking up.

SORRY NOT SORRY I’ve been waiting for that one <3333

velen:

the two pale girls stood before him, clearly ready to perform their task. velen parted his jaws to humourize a bit of advice, but was cut off by saucy's salacious rejoinder. eyes widening, the boy gasped, mouthed formed into a shocked 'o' as he glanced first to dalia, in case she was just as scandalized. in the next moment, however, velen began to laugh, a rich guffaw that echoed off the stone faces.
"wow!" he exclaimed, his gaze thoroughly approving as it came to rest on saucy. "that was fuckin' great." assured he would be chortling about that at random intervals for the next five days, velen attempted to compose himself. "buss it that way," he instructed, motioning at the small drop below them. 
with any luck, the coconut would hit the sharper rocks below, effectively spraying everywhere and oh god he was laughing again. motioning helplessly at the girls, velen sat down and waited to see what saucy would do, shoulders shaking with mirth.

actually, dalia was not scandalized, the joke went right over her head-- she'd never heard such language before, and so the reference was completely lost. she feigned a smile when velen looked her way, but her expression was more confused than it was amused. "woo," she echoed politely to the hooting and laughing that was occurring-- but dalia would be a dirty liar if she claimed to understand the joke. she would take velen's word for it that it was, in fact, hilarious. 

velen sat beside her where she'd settled, waiting for saucy to 'bust the nut'. haha-- no, it still wasn't funny, she just didn't get it. but velen was still cackling, and she eyed him curiously as he made a demand before looking back to saucy. also realizing it would spray she scooted closer to velen, hoping to duck behind him if the spray were to accidently go towards them.

saucy:

Saucy honestly didn’t expect that big of a reaction from Velen, but she was thrilled when she got one. Yeah that’s right, she’s a badass, and she’s hilarious. Feeling like a star, Saucy let out her inner hilarity, enjoying her joke along with the golden brown male. To his comment about it being fuckin great, she gave a few mock bows and replied, Thank you thank you. She looked away from her loving fan, to her more confused one, Dalia let out a single woo but didn’t seem that amused. She was unsure if it was because of the nature of the joke, or because she didn’t get it. 

She let out a few more good chortles, composed herself then turned back to the coconut when she was directed. She peeked over the edge where she was to send the nut, at the sharp stones below. This would definitely work. Then she rolled it to the edge and kicked it over, watching it fall for a moment before realizing her companions had backed away and she scrambled to follow suit, a wide grin on her face. She winced when she heard a crack, expecting some of the milk to spray up in her face. A couple drops did, and she licked it off with her long pink tongue.

Then she hurried back to the edge, like an eager kid who wanted to see something blown up. Down below the coconut had busted into different sections, the milk that hadn’t sprayed away rested in the crevices of the shell. Dude, she said, looking down at the carnage.

dalia didn't seem to get it, or maybe she just wasn't amused by ribald humour. well then. she and ford should get along swimmingly, he snarked to himself. the prospect of his titanic brother finding romance before the other two had never sparked envy in velen before, not until he looked at dalia and imagined ford giving her one of the aforementioned looks.
it was not a possessiveness — the yearling hardly knew this she-wolf — but rather a misgiving. he had been pleased with his life thus far; was he ready to live in the shadow of the massive seawolf the remainder of his life?
it was a dark road to take through the recesses of his mind — for now he would follow his brother, because ford had not ever led him astray. he need only trust in that. steeling himself against the puerile workings of his own head, velen consciously rejoined the women in the same moment the coconut split against the stones and sprayed up at them. presumably dalia had ducked behind him; he closed his eyes against the lick of it. "ugh! coconut jizz!" the boy hissed in faux disgust.
in the next moment, he had followed saucy with a whoop. "niiiiice," velen crooned, eyeing the wrecked fruit with its droplets of milk. "wasn't that way more fun than trying to bite it open? you wanna get more?" his gaze drifted quickly between the pair of them, plume swaying at his heels.

ah! and so the fruit fell and dalia ducked behind velen, her tail beating against the earth in the excitement of the situation at hand. how silly she felt to be having so much fun over something as minimal as breaking open a coconut... but dalia was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

jizz? dalia almost wondered outloud-- had she misheard him? dalia was certain he'd meant milk, and gave him another confused look. but, there he went, suggesting they'd get more. the pearl couldn't argue with that idea-- after all, she was having such a good time. "let's do it!" she exclaimed, and then tried to join it, "let's-- uh-- bust more nuts!" it sounded too strange coming out of her mouth. oof, dalia wished she knew what it meant.

she looked between the two curiously, gauging their reaction, and then gave velen an incredibly gentle shove with the crown of her head.

coconut jizz! Saucy turned from looking at the busted coconut and gave Velen an approving nod and grin. coconut baby gravy, she replied with a giggle, her icy gaze flitting back to the spilled innards of the coconut down below as Velen and Dalia joined her. Velen asked if they wanted to get some more, Saucy’s striped tail swayed behind her as she replied, hell yeah! 

Dalia’s addition made Saucy pause, this time she was almost sure that the girl just didn’t get it. Where did Dalia come from, when she hadn’t heard the phrase? She glanced at Velen, sharing a look of ‘whaaaat’, then laughed and gave Dalia a head butt of her own, not nearly as gentle as the one the gray woman gave to Velen. Dude, I don’t think you get it, but you’re pretty damn funny, she said, a friendly smile on her face. She started back towards the trees, assuming her two friends would follow. They were friends now, at least that’s what Saucy felt.