Mene
It was a rare day when Golden Harvest and Grimhildr were working the field at the same time, without either of their menfolk. The two had enjoyed working alongside each other, chatting about this and that, cooing over their children's recent wedding, and wasn't it fancy, and such.
At the end of their shift, Golden Harvest leaned on her long-handled rake and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "I could sure use a pint after today...care to join me at Mojo's?" she inquired of her friend.
Spending time with Grimhildr was certainly much less awkward when Deforrest wasn't about. Equestria preserve him, he was an odd one.
At the end of their shift, Golden Harvest leaned on her long-handled rake and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "I could sure use a pint after today...care to join me at Mojo's?" she inquired of her friend.
Spending time with Grimhildr was certainly much less awkward when Deforrest wasn't about. Equestria preserve him, he was an odd one.
Dai
What a resoundingly-satisfying day of work. As summer was beginning to transition into autumn, they were moving into the various squash and vegetable harvests that coincided with the shorter days and the cooler nights. It was also time to plant their winter produce, the potatoes and squash and whatnot - hard to believe, but farming was still busy work! Busy... Maybe a bit difficult... But oh-so-satisfying.
Grimhildr rolled her shoulder before flexing an arm, toned from years of hard work in the field, in front of her sizable chest as Vendi-- err... Golden Harvest called out to her. It was still kind of a pain calling her by a new name, but whatever. Just ticked her off when she got it wrong.
"Mojo's?" She reiterated before laughing from the belly and breaking into a deep grin. "Why, I ain't every thought you'd be the one inviting me out for a brew! I thought you weren't much the drinking type."
Grimhildr rolled her shoulder before flexing an arm, toned from years of hard work in the field, in front of her sizable chest as Vendi-- err... Golden Harvest called out to her. It was still kind of a pain calling her by a new name, but whatever. Just ticked her off when she got it wrong.
"Mojo's?" She reiterated before laughing from the belly and breaking into a deep grin. "Why, I ain't every thought you'd be the one inviting me out for a brew! I thought you weren't much the drinking type."
Mene
Golden Harvest chuckled herself. "It's true, I am more the tea-drinking type, but Faelon's turned me onto a refreshing brew after a hard day's work." She crossed her arms over her chest and made a bit of a well? gesture with her hand. "I'm sure you could still drink me under the table. Are you coming or not?" She picked up her rake, kicked the dirt and weeds off of it with one hoof, then put it over her shoulder for ease of carrying.
"Unless you have plans, that is," she said with gently raised eyebrows.
"Unless you have plans, that is," she said with gently raised eyebrows.
Dai
Grim crossed her arms just under her chest and smirked - she liked GH better like this. Like, well... less 'woe-is-me' and more 'making the most of life.' She just used to be so irritating to deal with right after the fauny got here.
"Don't you worry, he can wait as long as I want. A little anticipation makes it even better." She confidently nodded once to emphasize her point.
"So yeah, Mojo's? Ain't no way I'd miss that."
"Don't you worry, he can wait as long as I want. A little anticipation makes it even better." She confidently nodded once to emphasize her point.
"So yeah, Mojo's? Ain't no way I'd miss that."
Mene
Not that she'd bring it up, but Golden Harvest had made more changes in her life than just to her name. It seemed that grandmother life was suiting her well, and she had learned to be content with her new life here in Telrunya. And while there were still the occasional episodes, overall Golden Harvest was finally...happy.
She snorted at her friend's suggestive response, shaking her head. She didn't understand what Grim saw in Deforrest at all, but then again it wasn't as if she and Faelon had an exactly normal relationship either.
"Great," she responded, heading for the tool shed to put the rake away.
As the two got seated at Mojo's and Golden Harvest took her hair out of the fabric tie that had held it up while she'd worked and shook her hair out. Then she put it back up, using the tie to secure it. She couldn't wait to bathe and have a nice cup of tea with Faelon once she got back to her alcove. But this time with her friend would be fun as well!
She snorted at her friend's suggestive response, shaking her head. She didn't understand what Grim saw in Deforrest at all, but then again it wasn't as if she and Faelon had an exactly normal relationship either.
"Great," she responded, heading for the tool shed to put the rake away.
As the two got seated at Mojo's and Golden Harvest took her hair out of the fabric tie that had held it up while she'd worked and shook her hair out. Then she put it back up, using the tie to secure it. She couldn't wait to bathe and have a nice cup of tea with Faelon once she got back to her alcove. But this time with her friend would be fun as well!
Dai
Having gone along with GH up until Mojo's. Grim offered the servers a wave (her way of asking for her usual brew - it was honestly impressive how they were able to keep track of so many regulars) and motioned for two as she settled in nicely into the seat opposite her friend, then leaned back onto the back two chair legs. For what it was worth, her own hair was tied in a tight bun near the top of her head, though it was a touch disheveled after a long day's work.
It didn't take long for their drinks to arrive and for Grim to take them and pass one off to GH. She raised hers up in a toast, and only after wood hit wood and they'd had a sip did she lean forward and smirk. "So what's got your tits in'a fit? You're usually the type to run right on home."
It didn't take long for their drinks to arrive and for Grim to take them and pass one off to GH. She raised hers up in a toast, and only after wood hit wood and they'd had a sip did she lean forward and smirk. "So what's got your tits in'a fit? You're usually the type to run right on home."