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 Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:13 pm
Blue flowers had been a silly choice. Blue different match much, but it had clashed particularly awfully there, which made Peeper cringe on the inside. Now he was braced carefully, teeth dug into the base of a flowering orange-y something, and pulling with all his might.
To an on-looker, he might look stuck; he kept leaning back, wriggling from side to side to try to loosen the roots. He wanted to make sure it was possible to transplant the damn thing, and that meant he needed the roots whole.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:22 pm
 A songbird zipped by, chirping, and after a few minutes, a kimeti cleared his throat behind Peeper. "Are you stuck?" Hue asked, staring at the peculiar kimeti. The puffs on the stranger's tail and around his hooves looked almost like strange adornments, but they were clearly part of him. He had to be stuck. Hue couldn't fathom any other reason why a buck might be pulling and wiggling there, even though there didn't seem to be anything for the buck to be stuck in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:05 pm
It took him a minute to release the bush and lean up. He stretched, too, just for good measure. "Nope. Just trying to get flowers for someone. The blue ones didn't match."
He said it like it was an understandable problem. Non- matching flowers were horrendous. Of course. Then again, as a kind of courting gift, maybe it was understandable.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:22 pm
"And yellow ones do?" Yet the flowers were very clearly orange. He circled around Peeper to peer at the flowers, then at the buck. "They match you, at least."
To him, Peeper and the flowers were both the same washed-out yellow. He cocked his head. "Who're the flowers for?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:29 pm
He paused. Clearly, something was not right here. " I'm pink. And they're orange. For my friend. The blue got crushed, but there aren't any plants there. I thought I'd transplant some things, make it nicer."
He blinked at Hue. "I'm Peeper. What's your name?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:36 pm
"Pink? Orange?" Hue looked from flowers to buck and back again. "What're those? You're the same color." He knew blue, at least. Maybe orange was the name of the flower.
"Rhythm and Hue. Just Hue." He circled again, more baffled. From every angle, they looked the same.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:44 pm
He turned his head. " They're. We're. No we aren't. We definitely aren't." Peeper squinted at Hue. " Well, either way, I'm trying to pull this up from the bottom. There are only nettles where I want it to go."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:48 pm
Baffling. Hue looked again. "Maybe it's a trick of the light?" he offered, finally, though even he sounded unconvinced by it, and he finally approached to study the plant. His vision seemed fine, judging by the careful way he nudged the soil at the bottom with a hoof.
"If you loosened it a bit more, it might come out more easily," he suggested. "Why does your friend live where there's nothing but nettles?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:02 pm
" In this cave. It's kind of bleak, that's why I figured on something that would grow.. you know, so the colour would last, instead of disappearing when the flowers went." He nudged Hue out of the way, then dug into the dirt around the roots with his hooves to loosen it a little more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:25 pm
"If there's only nettles around, the soil may not be good for flowers," he points out reasonably, backing away to let Peeper work.
The buck's voice is a nice one -- he watches a starburst of imaginary colors fade away near the water's edge. "It's a good idea. What did you call the flowers?" O-something. A green sound.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:50 pm
He worked at the ground for a little longer. "The flowers? They're orange. I figure that it can't be too bad. there are a lot of nettles." For a moment, Peeper wondered if it would be appreciated. if not, he supposed he could move on to gifts of food.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 12:06 am
Green sound. "Orange, huh." Maybe Peeper saw them a different way. "Why would you go into a nettle patch? It seems a bit...difficult." It was a lot of trouble to go through. He watched Peeper work, ears flicking back as a songbird chirped, and Monochrome zoomed from the branches above to land on Peeper's horn and start chirping at him. 
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:47 am
"Well, my friend lives there." Peeper studied the ground around the base of the plant and dug in a little more. "I think he's upset about something, but I can't figure it out, so I'm hoping some colour will brighten him up a little."
He went still when the bird perched on him. "He yours?" Bleeding Heart wasn't around, but then, he didn't much like Nettle.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:30 am
"Huh. Maybe it will." If it was a passing thing, anyhow. Some kimeti were just ill-tempered. Hue flicked his tail as he watched Peeper dig, and smiled as the bird cheeped and fluttered her wings.
"She, yes. Her name's Monochrome. If you don't want her there, just say so." His horns would be a convenient perch as well.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 4:36 pm
"Pretty." He tipped his head to look up at her, carefully, and study her colours. "I wonder what Bleeding Heart would look like for you. He's my mongoose."
He shifted carefully, studying the bird. " Shift back, okay? I want to grab the bush again, see if it comes out now." And he didn't want her to get jostled.
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