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PROMPT

For those soquili with a green hoof, it is almost time to harvest before the summer sun wilts crops. Does your soquili partake in any farming or gardening? If so, what do they plant? How do they care for their garden? Do they work solo, with familiars or are they part of a herd or family who work together? Are they farming for food, are they gardening flowers, do they grow herbs for medicine or are they trying to conserve or restore a damaged plot of land?

If they don't farm or garden, why not? Do they not have the skill? Have they killed every plant they've tried to keep alive? Do they want to learn but don't know where to start? Maybe they can reach out to a farming or gardening soquili to get some tips! If they don't farm or garden, how do they eat? Do they live off the land and forage for food or are they hunters?
Write an RP responding to the above prompt telling us about how/why your soquili farms/gardens if they do. Or why not if they don't and what they do instead.

Dorian plodded his way down the forest path. He had come this way before in his search of gathering supplies for his crafts to sell. By now, though, it seemed he had cleared off most of everything he thought he could use. A small sigh escaped him as he pulled a few colorful leaves and gently stuffed them into one of his many saddle bags. They weren't the bright flashes of orange, yellows, and reds, but a blinding pop of fresh Spring green. These however were large and were sprinkled with pink in the middle. He didn't exactly have the know how of retaining plant names, but something in the back of his mind niggled at him and whispered that it possibly started with an M.

Dorian shrugged as he brushed the thought aside. It usually didn't matter as his searching was done alone and his clients knew by now that he didn't take requests. Give a mouse a cookie, and something something. Dorian shook the trailing thought from his mind and shrank to his flying form. It was time for him to find a new area to gather new things from. He had no plan but to enjoy the day and the warm sun it brought with it. In this case, he let the wind guide him and set off to an area that looked like the trees thinned and fell away. Maybe he'd find something new in a change of setting.

Dorian hummed to himself as the wind leisurely rushed him along. Another whisper of an image flitted through his mind of turtle riding a jetstream before it blew away with the wind. He would have closed his eyes, he was so peaceful, but for the worry the wind might blow a wayward leaf into his path and send him hurtling to the ground. He had been gliding through the plains for awhile now, but there was still the occasional tree to make him wary.

Suddenly a faint scent caressed his nostrils as a wind from the East joined his. It smelt heavenly. Robust with many a flower and vegetable alike. Maybe even a fruit or two mixed in. Dorian changed course and flew against the heavily scented breeze. He would be a little winded himself by the time he found its origin but he was willing to bet it would be worth it.

After about a half hour of flying like a bee, trying to find the source of the wonderful scent he finally came upon a huge field overflowing with flowers and other such fauna delights. He popped back into his large form, excited to stuff his saddle bags to the brim. He may even have to bring his cart back if he could think of a way to use some of the things other than the glorious flowers.

He took a sep down a path and froze at the strong voice. Immediately his ears flicked down apprehensively as he scanned the area. He had been so blindsided by the bounty and his mind racing with new craft ideas that he hadn't even noticed someone was in the field with him.

"Uhhhh...." He started, not really knowing how to greet someone after his obvious delight of finding the field. He could only hope he hadn't been drooling. "I'm Dorian. Do you..." He paused for half a second as his gaze scanned the field "come here often?" He cringed slightly in his mind. That was an acceptable thing to ask someone, right? Especially if they might notice a flower or two... or 50 going missing.

Dorians ears had remained flattened as he had spoken to her, not sure what kind of response he would get after bursting into her space. Now that she was responding, his neck arched up and his eyes went wide with shock. He didn't really know what her body language was trying to say until her last sentence. The one that had his nostrils going wide in his ever growing shock. He had never spoken with anyone so daring. Though mostly because everyone he ever spoke to was trying to haggle prices with him and were on the more senior side of the age pool.

He shook his head and tried to regain a normal posture. "I, uh, no. I was brought here by the glorious smells this garden has and was marveling at the beauty of it when I noticed you." He laughed, trying to keep his spitting from being noticed. "Not to say you aren't beautiful... as well" A small cough came again as he tried to clear his throat and tried to act like a normal horse would.

"I make knicknacks from stuff I find in the forest and sell them in my shop. When I saw this field my mind started churning out new ideas heh."

Dorian had no idea what to make of the situation. It seemed he was getting much more than the few supplies he had started the day looking for. The words tumbled out of his mouth before his mind could even register them. "I would never deign to sell you at my shop. You are worth much more than anyone could afford."

The nervousness crept back into his eyes as he realized what he had said. He almost gagged as they entered his ears. He couldn't help taking a few steps back and scratching a cheek with one of his claws as his eyes scanned the area again.

"That is to say, the way you smell, it seems like you may take care of this area. Might even have extensive knowledge. No one who comes to my shop would be able to afford your services. YOUR KNOWLEDGE!" He blurted out as he tried to correct himself. God, what had come over him? He was never like this when he passed Reisling and her grape grove. Though he also had never see her grape grove look as flush and marvelous as this. He tried to cover up his blunder by asking her a question. "If you dont mind me asking, what do you do with all this?" Hoping to cover his inability to stare into her eyes by lingering over the plants he was now guessing we're planted by her.

The tips of Dorians wings dropped slightly and curled over as he looked on in horror at her giggles. How had he bundled this up so much. He was supposed to be a master haggle for God's sake! He could even start to feel the tips of his ears start to burn with his embarrassment. He tucked his chin in a little, before putting it out again, a smile popping onto his lips instead. "Really? I was actually looking for supplies for my crafts i make. I could help you harvest some stuff if you dont mind me keeping a portion." Now that he was talking about his crafting, he was finally able to look into her eyes and smile. No longer thinking of the rose blush that tinged his white hairs pink. "What do you think you'll do with it? If you dont mind me asking" his chin tucking in again ever so slightly as he hoped he wasn't stepping over a line by being nosy.

He finally remembered she had asked him his name. Dear lord this female was making all thought leave his body somehow. "It's nice to meet you Celaena. I'm Dorian"

Dorian's blush was back with her honeyd words. They seemed to drip from her with ease and he had no idea how to hold them. With the mention of his help though he was back on more solid ground. He had no idea about growing things, but he was a master harvester and forage.

His lips quirked in a half smile "I--I'd love to assist you. My shop isn't very big, but if you wanted, we could build a stall area for the things you have extra of and sell them. I dont really know much besides crafting and pickeling too" his laugh flowed out of him easily as long as he wasn't looking at her, and out at her garden instead.

"I got kind of lost on my way here, but my place probably isn't too far from here. Maybe an hour or two in a straight line. And I can always bring my cart for transport."

He thought he'd try and risk another look at her, see if he was getting any better at this socializing thing. He smiled down at her, still blushing. Maybe not so much better. "Where would you like to start?"