Smash had truly found herself with Rise and Company. The totoma doe, despite her people and their legacy, had always been somewhat squeamish about violence towards her fellow creatures. She was excellent at smashing and mashing, but when your food squeaked at you in pain, it tugged at heartstrings she probably wasn't supposed to have. It wasn't something she was keen on admitting, especially to her fellow totoma, but here among these cheerful swamp dwellers, her proclivities made her an asset. They had plenty for her to smash, and most of what she worked with wasn't particularly cute.In this case, the fruit didn't stand a chance.
Rearing up, like one preparing to ram another in battle, she brought her forehooves down onto a turtleshell full of lumpy purple oblongs, sending chunks of thick leathery fruit skin flying out in every direction. A few bits flew past her face; the almost-imperceptible feeling of movement on her head told her that the frog that typically perched between her horns had nabbed a piece out of curiosity. She bent her head down to wipe the fruit from her muzzle; its sweetness was almost cloying so close to her nose. Paw paws, they were called, or something like that. This was the most enjoyable part of juice-making; once this was done, there was the tedious process of filtration to deal with- and then spicing, if you wanted to get fancy about it- which she very often did. After all, she worked for her tribe and she worked for their customers; both groups who merited the highest honors and deserved the most careful work. But she could worry about spicing later; right now, she had fruit to crush. As she worked, she sang. The totoma had so many amazing war epics and elegies; it was a sin to leave them unvoiced. She was aware that she was attracting a crowd. She grinned at them, beckoning them closer with a toss of her head. She didn't mind an audience.
SilverShieldwolf
I'm sorry, I'm terrible at titling RPs.
