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Dreams had come true in what was akin to a matter of minutes, though the scenario seemed to play out in slow motion for her poor memory. Kukesha recalled being presented with an option and had eagerly taken up the opportunity as a proud supporter of what was, what could be and she was excited to have that special connection with her beloved plants once again - how could she not. Even now she couldn't understand the looks she and her family had received at the time of offering.
"How could they not want this?" She asked the plants surrounding her space with a gentle, motherly tone. Something she'd begun using as a young adult since most of the plants were babies at that time, most had grown into the wonderful life she saw around her now. Flowers were in bloom, vines wrapped charismatically down the trees trunks and even surrounding their roots at the base. All of it made her giddy with glee and the promise of their future with gifts returning was almost more than she could bare, but in the best ways possible.
Her path was clear, since the occurrence not long again, perhaps a day or so, she wanted to seek the Brew Mistress out and at least offer her thanks, perhaps a helping paw? Collecting ingredients could always been such a painfully tedious task and she figured that time could be wasted by her, not by the lioness that had created a draft of something so excellent.
"Brew Mistress?"
Her voice grew in volume as she spoke, seeking out the lioness she'd grown so fond of.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 12:01 am
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There was, at present, no high from the brew for Brew Mistress. She was, however, carefully laying out the various ingredients to make more. Her dark ears were back, tongue gently poking out, as she worked, moving things around. Some of the plants weren't quite dried enough, which meant she'd need to hang them in a cave to dry.
One ear shifted at the sound of somebody approaching, before she turned her head to see who it was. "Oh, Kukesha, greetings! Did you need something?" She grinned just slightly, "You haven't been over-indulging in my fruit brew, have you? It does leave the head hurting quite a bit if you don't go seeking a remedy for it."
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 12:29 am
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 8:37 pm
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 11:31 am
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 12:06 pm
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"Over-indulgence is the fruit juice brew leads to drunkenness and then to a headache in the morning, yes." She finished gathering her plants, then nodded toward the cave in the cliffs she called her den. It was the best place to do her brew work, as it was relatively dry, out of reach of the sea spray and any runoff when it rained. There was some dampness at the entrance, but it remained dry otherwise. "Come, I'll show you in my cave up there. I don't have any dry ingredients at present, but I can tell you what you need and how much." Brew Mistress picked up the skin everything was in in her mouth, starting up the path. Unencumbered, it was a quick walk, but carrying things she didn't want ruined, it was much slower. All the better for Kukesha to think.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 12:09 am
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 12:34 am
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The path to her den wasn't by any means a dangerous one. In fact, it was one of the safest, which was probably for the best when she was dealing with lions that came to her seeking a remedy for the headache her fruit brew gave them. She pushed past the vines that grew in front of it, a form of flowering plant with rather thin vines. An easy tug could break the stalk. They didn't particularly keep out what rain and sea spray did reach her den entrance, of course, but that wasn't the point of them in her mind. They could keep the sun out and the den cool in the heat of the day.
Finding one of the dry spots, Brew Mistress put the bundle down. She looked back to be sure Kukesha was following, though given the other lioness' eagerness to learn, she assumed she was. "I've shown nobody else, no, but yes, I will show you. The first step is to make sure the plants are good and dry." With the clumsiness of one who lacked opposable thumbs, she managed to tie the plants that weren't yet perfectly dried to a vine growing from the ceiling. Or rather, its roots. "A still-moist plant won't grind up and dissolve into the liquid right."
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 1:20 am
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 1:24 am
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Brew Mistress spared a glance at the vines that shielded her den's entrance, smiling slightly. "Good luck with that, the vines were already there. They were thicker, once, but I trimmed them back a little once I found the cave." It was a prime location, she felt. Of course, everybody had their own idea of the perfect place to live, this just happened to be hers.
As she moved about, she began to describe which plants would be needed, which liquid to use, and how much of the plants, as well as the perfect amount of time to let it sit. Consumed too soon, and it merely tasted bad. Too long sitting, and it could make a lion sick. Nobody wanted that. Outside, the sun made its march across the sky, ever moving as the waves ever lapped the shore.
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