[o] [PQ] [SE] strength looks different on us all

// where your body hears the words of the sun //

Some of the unicorns were quite friendly, especially the foals, enjoying getting the pats without much fear at all. The ladies would discover, however, just how the gate had become so bent, as one of the stallions came over with distinct displeasure, banging straight into what was left of the metal – ears pinned, irate and protective.

Which probably sparked the need for replacements – as Sohalia and Theea did wonderfully, even if it did scatter most of the less curious equines.

Meanwhile, Lena and Zavien would be able to pick apart the weeds and herbs, settling into a routine. “Sure,” she winked again – she could grant some reward if that provided the right leverage and motivation. Her eyes wandered to Sol’s activities though, somewhat amused as she brushed some sweat off her brow, and maneuvered towards the next row. “Maybe you could find another home for our friend?” She hinted towards the companion. “Nicely and safely.” I.e. please don’t eat it.

“There. I think we’re done here though,” she said, content with the amount collected. “I’ll place these in the office to dry, and then we can start heading towards the paths. There’s a lot to clean.”

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Sohalia and Theea can put the refurbished gate on!

Lena has suggested Sol find a new place for the vole, and they can all head towards the paths.

Lena

// spoken in the voices of trees //