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[The first message is simply:] Mushrooms!

[The second message is:] We can cultivate mushrooms in basements! They're not the best protein source in the world for vegetarians, but they'll help increase our food supply! And they're low effort once they're started!

[Blame Fever.]

Edited 2024-03-12 23:08 (UTC)

The trees have been whispering of a new neighbor. A new burrow. Maybe... a new friend? Elsie has finally gotten up the courage to go see for herself.

She sticks her head in through the hole of Ylva's burrow. Her hair happens to be moss green today. "Hello?"

Been out to the springs yet?
I've been meaning to get out there,
So it would be nice to go with someone that knows the woods.

Whether or not Ylva actually responds, Magne does put together a bag with a towel and some dry clothes to take the rail out there, and hike the rest of the way on foot. She's very much not the wilderness type, all of her survival knowledge specific to living in urban environments.

At least by now the path there has started to get worn in and even paved with some nice, flat stones, and amenities have been added in the form of a changing room and a place to rinse down.

It has been a great day for Erin. Any day with Ylva is a great day but after the initial frustration of not being able to help with picking mushrooms (Erin spent this time as an extremely talkative basket, y'know, eventually full of mushrooms) there was so much more to just do together. Drying the mushrooms, something Erin hadn't done before, had been shockingly fun and fulfilling for her and even now she's contemplating talking to Daisy about getting an herb garden going for their house. They'd had the chance to play fetch, lounge around in the soft grasses, and eventually Erin followed through on her promise of hobo pies, cooked to filling perfection beneath the coals of a small outdoor fire.

Now it's late. Erin's sweaty, and a little achy, and feeling glorious. She undresses for bed while Ylva is taking care of the last of the evening business outside, down to just her panties as is her habit, and gets herself cozy on the rather lovely collection of pillows, furs, and blankets that is her wildflower's bed. It's been a good day...could it get better?

...Yeah, yeah actually it could.

"Welcome back," Erin purrs when Ylva gets back inside; one finger trails idly over her bare breast, inviting the wolf to get an eyeful. "Feelin' sleepy, wildflower? 'cause I really could stay up a bit longer..."

César spots Ylva indoors somewhere, maybe in the library, maybe the Oak & Iron, or elsewhere. "Ylva! Watch this!"

He hops onto a stool and Wild Shapes, very suddenly a lizard with a closed frill. For a moment, he sits there majestically. And then he frills out and hisses.

Two days past the Festival of Celestine, and Helena's excited enough to wake up early for it. Breakfast and getting dressed and waiting, and clutching her sending stone close. When it goes off, Ylva can probably tell how ready she's been from how immediately she picks up, only needing to grab her coat before she'll go.

"Ylva? Is that you? It feels as nice as you said it'd be."

And the radio had said it as well.

Amid all the hustle and bustle of the island holiday, Max picks a quiet moment to take Ylva by the hand and ask her, a little shyly, "There's something important I want to ask you. Can we go talk privately? It's good. It's something good."

Sending stone, during the March TDM, Farming Scientist

Visit A New Neightbor (As I said, no rush)

Invitation via Sending Stone

Wolf Day | After Speed Dating | SMUT

Sometime late November

november.

[During Givingstide]