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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2020 9:47 pm
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Mencari’s mind raced with possibilities as he made his way over to the nursery where he grew most of his saplings. Caring for the saplings was not one of his day to day concerns. He planted them, checked in on them occasionally, then cut them down when they were large enough to use for his latest structure. His primary concern was the creation of elaborate barrows for the entertainment and enjoyment of those who came to see them. Once and a while he would receive a request to create a structure that would be moved to one of the mare’s permanent homes, but most often his creations were smaller, temporary affairs that existed to delight and engage the viewer rather than to weather the passage of time. These smaller constructions were often highly experimental and built using somewhat questionable techniques, but they were always beautiful.
Once he’d reached the nursery he started walking up and down the rows of young trees, looking for the ones that were long enough, and springy enough, to suit his needs. He planned to have them sliced fairly thin and soaked in water for a time. The pines were a favourite of his due to their sticky sap and their particularly strong scent. They were hardly a good option for early summer though. There would be a few hundred flowers going into this arrangement and he would need a wood who’s scent wouldn’t compete with them.
He did have a few older, pre-shaped pieces of wood stored back home. There was nothing wrong with them, and their scent was more or less neutral by now, they just would be more difficult to cut and shape. There were a few strangle vines growing at the edge of his nursery and they were tempting. Some of them gave off an incredibly sweet smell that would be wonderful paired with that of the flowers. They were still young through, and he preferred to pull them down in the fall when they’d grown to their full height. Perhaps if the vines had started spreading to nearby trees he would be able to harvest the new growths and get his needed material without cutting into his future harvests. It would, after all, kill the trees it was growing on if left unchecked, and he really only needed one or two of the things for his winter crafts.
Moving away from the larger trees he started nudging his way through branches, looking for pups that had grown away from the primary vine. And… There! He smiled to himself as he pranced over to the little apple tree that was already beginning to bend under the weight of the killer vine. How perfect, he thought as he began slicing it apart.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2020 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2020 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2020 2:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2020 6:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2020 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2020 6:50 pm
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