| All grown up, Yarrow has learned so many things. Like how to kick a ball, where to find the tastiest apples, and how to sneak a piece of cheese when the Hand isn't looking. |
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Rest well, pretty ball of sunshine. And now for the long farewell post from the Spouse.
Snaff approaches the burial site of his recently deceased spouse, pulling a wagon of potted plants that were just beginning to bloom. It didn't feel right to him to leave cut flowers at her grave marker, neither did the idea of fake ones. Instead he would plant the real thing and leave a surprise to be enjoyed by the living. All on his own, he carefully moved the plants from the wagon and arranged in such a way to be pleasing. The surprise had been hidden underneath of them and would be the first thing he set up. It was the size and roundness of a frisbee disc but twice the thickness. He would place this in the center of the arrangement and fiddle with it one last time with the tools he brought with him before activating it permanently and begin to plant the flowers. The disc would not reveal its surprise until the sky grew dark.
Thankful that nobody came with him, Snaff took the opportunity to weep as he transplanted the flora to their new location. He didn't bother to change from the lab goggles and the tears made damp crescents in his fur where the rim sat. The dark lenses and intermittent sneezing, one of his spouse's favorites just had to be something that he was allergic to, helped disguise his sadness over the loss. It was certain now that their hatchlings would never get to meet their mother, but at least they would have a couple of things to remember her by. And him, should he pass on before meeting either of them, as well.
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Thinking of the future, Snaff wonders if Yarrow would be opposed to being interred beneath the lab when the time comes. He is not sure about her but he would like to be there in the afterlife like his predecessor before him and hopes that she would understand.
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I'm sure that she'll lay that egg before she passes on. I'd say that she has had a pretty good life even though she likely won't meet either of their children. Snaff will be very sad to see her go, of course, like any good spouse would.
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Oh no! Gray already?
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Hehe... Looks like Nimhslab's prayers were answered. Regardless of the eggy gender, good job Yarrow! Snaff is just prancing all over the lab and grinning from ear to ear. Silly Nornchi!
Edit: Oh dear, I just raised their friendship level to 7 and I notice that she has 2 to 6 days left on her. I've been working on it practically every day from Snaff's side. I hope we can get their social to the magic number in time for the second breeding request!
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(prays the child is male)
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Lime time! How sublime
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Snaff nervously readjusts his best-looking goggles and runs a paw through his hair one last time to ensure that everything was in order. His often-disheveled coat was unusually neat and tidy. He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves and his quivering fidgety paws. He had a gift for Yarrow, and a question, both of which made him far more antsy than normal. Mustering his best smile the green Nornchi approached the golden object of his affections and began with the usual pleasantries. After carefully steering the conversation in the direction he was aiming for Snaff presents his gift, an elaborate yet fairly large bracelet composed of wire and fragments of various precious stones, and asks her if she would wish to be his spouse.
Phwew! All that socializing took a lot of effort.
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I REALLY want to see a lime Nornchi!
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Yay! One more social and they can breed.
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