[Open] Keeper Of The Flock

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, Open
WHERE: The Livestock Nursery
WHAT: Caring for the Glownies
WHEN: March 7th
WARNINGS: N/A

She had seen the news this morning, when she had gone into her communicator to send a message to invite a friend to join her at a picnic and to plan when to shear the sheep. A name, and the friend is represented, gone.

It had been a sad thing, but there would be time to be sad later. Instead Lark knew there were things to be done, and so she had summoned her strength, put on the new green robe she had recently finished, and moved to gather up her things. Time had been taken to go to the greenhouse and gather bundles of fresh mint, trimmed both from the sort she liked for tea, and also the sort the glownies liked.

Then she had gone to the structure where the animals were kept. A brief time was spent gathering tools to help care for the glownies, to gather their bundles of dried food, to get bags to fill with loose wool that might seek her out.

Only then did she step into the fields, whistling to send Little Bear out. They'd been working on this, and the wolf-hound did as he was supposed to, racing off to try and get behind the glownies to herd them to her. He wasn't great at it yet, but with time...

"Hello my sweet ones. It seems I am no responsible for you until we can find another who would love to care for you."

Comments

[newmemorywhodis]

Name tags? For glownies?

Link's not sure exactly what that would look like. But he's curious. And maybe if he likes it...well, he might do something similarly for his own horses, when he gets back home.

(He hopes they're taking good care of his horses.)

But he does indeed slow down, waiting patiently for Lark to get ready before continuing. "Butter," he says. Then waits for her to tie the knot, and get the next one ready. "Stir fry."

A bit slower, now. But that's okay.

[stitch_witch]

It is slower, but she's pleased to be doing the work. Soon she's out of singular colors and has to twist colors together to continue forward. But she's got the materials, and works plain, undyed fibers in to help stretch things out.

"I would suggest avoiding 'mint' as they already respond to that word."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods. He had been thinking that 'Peppermint' would make a good name. But he can see Lark's point, so he mentally crosses that one off of list.

Then he continues with the naming, for each and every glownie until they reach the end of the glownies - or Lark's thread. Whichever comes first.

Without fail, every single name he gives them is some kind of food.

[stitch_witch]

Yes, he really didn't fail at that. She was quite impressed.

"I'll start on tags for them as soon as I can. Thank you.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods, accepting the thanks.

And then, because he's itching to go do something else now - maybe go find some of the plants he now knows all about - he says, "Bye," and runs off. Again.

[stitch_witch]

Lark laughs, watching the young man run off. And of course Little Bear chased after him for a bit, barking in delight, before circling back.

And that was just what life was and would be. She was happy with it too.