[ Miss Easy? More like Miss Taking It Easy in the early days of this third week, milfs and dilfs. Ori doesn't spend quite as much time in the kitchen preparing for meals and snacks and everything in between as she has in the first two weeks, having apparently decided that she's a bit tired of this castle.
Instead, she'll be spending quite a bit of her time this week outside, cloudgazing or stargazing or dozing off on a blanket in the grass outside, taking cuttings of flowers and plants in the garden, and talking to trees. No, she still cannot hear anything they may communicate back to her without her powers. And no, she doesn't seem to care.
When she is inside, she's making little floral arrangements to keep in the various decorative vases that can be found throughout the house, or she's sitting in some sort of study or library, pressing flowers by stacking books and such together.
There's a restless sort of energy about her, as if she's trying to do pretty much whatever she can with her hands to busy herself with random things, anything, really, so that she doesn't end up just walking up to the next person and clinging to them, lest she be branded an inter-dimensionally easy woman once more...
Her tail, however, seems to have a mind of its own; whenever someone draws near, they might find themselves with a long, thin tail with a spaded tip curled around their hand, wrist, possibly even waist. Oopey! ]
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Instead, she'll be spending quite a bit of her time this week outside, cloudgazing or stargazing or dozing off on a blanket in the grass outside, taking cuttings of flowers and plants in the garden, and talking to trees. No, she still cannot hear anything they may communicate back to her without her powers. And no, she doesn't seem to care.
When she is inside, she's making little floral arrangements to keep in the various decorative vases that can be found throughout the house, or she's sitting in some sort of study or library, pressing flowers by stacking books and such together.
There's a restless sort of energy about her, as if she's trying to do pretty much whatever she can with her hands to busy herself with random things, anything, really, so that she doesn't end up just walking up to the next person and clinging to them, lest she be branded an inter-dimensionally easy woman once more...
Her tail, however, seems to have a mind of its own; whenever someone draws near, they might find themselves with a long, thin tail with a spaded tip curled around their hand, wrist, possibly even waist. Oopey! ]