Once more rain poured outside his den, but this time Oleander was sticking to his den. Glancing out the opening that lead inside, he watched as sheets of water came down. already parts of his floor were muddy. Gosh darn it! He did not need the place to flood, he had too much to move and it was not the weather to move. Shaking his head, Oleander headed outside to try and find something to help keep the water from his home. "Stone would work, but still seep underneath... Why does it have to rain so much?" Oleander said in a grumpy fashion, this was really tampering with his mood.
Something skittered through his hooves as he watched the skies with a glower. Shiny streaked past and into the underbrush. That was ALL he needed! Shaking his sodden mane Oleander took off after the Cockatrice. Just where was that little bugger going now? Shaking his head again, his mane had fallen into this eyes and it was starting to drive him a wee bit batty.
"Shiny, where did you get to now?" he called out into the rain as he stood beneath a tree to try and keep remotely dry... Yea that was not happening.. "Come on you feathered pest. You couldn't have gotten too far."
Then again he could be wrong, Shiny was known to be fast on its feet. He had yet to really tell if Shiny were a male or Female, it seemed to just come to whatever.. Snorting slightly, Oleander ventured out again as it seemed that the rain was settling down to an easy patter. Perhaps an Atmos had dispelled the clouds. With the rain not so soaking, he hoped that his home would dry out in no time.
Slowly the rain finally stopped later in the day and Oleander still hadn't found Shiny. He wondered if maybe the little upstart had made its way back home. When Oleander turned to start heading back towards home, the bushes rustled ever so slightly. This caught Oleander's attention and made him stop moving. Was that his little upstart now?
"Shiny if that is you, you had better get your little feathered rump over here. I am too cold and wet to play these games with you." his tone very much not the joyful one he always held. "There was a near flood at our home and you think this is fun to just run around out here?"
The bushes rustled again and Oleander lunged towards it to have whatever had been inside to dash off in another direction. He was cold, wet, tired and just wanted to go back to his home. Make sure nothing was damaged and maybe even just go to bed. But here he was slopping about looking for a Cockatrice who had no restraint at all. Sometimes it was frustrating and got on his nerve but the critter was still young and he could not really, truly fault them for their energy, just it was in the worst times.
"Really should get a leash on that bird or something. Something to keep it from running away so much," this he muttered before coming across a small clearing where Shiny was standing looking at a strange blossom.
Stomping a hoof as he looked at the bird, he lowered his head slightly. What had this bird gotten into now? Was this someone's garden? Lovely... Glancing around, Oleander didn't see any signs of other nouls around. So they had to be in an uninhabited spot in Homewood. One of the few it seemed as many new Nouls were moving in and land was being bought up left and right. He wouldn't have been surprised if someone were living in this area. But as it looked that was not the case, he stepped over and looked at the blossom that Shiny was looking at.
"What have you found there?" he asked as if the young bird could answer him.
Stepping closer he looked down at the blossom as drops of water rolled down its petals and leaves to drip to the ground. This plant wasn't one he had ever seen, much less read about. Ears pulling themselves forward he looked it over and gave a small sniff. While it held little to desire in looks and smell. He had a feeling that it could be used for something. Surely all the other nouls around were hunting for these new plants. Well. He would just have to take one for himself.
Reaching forward he plucked one of the blossoms that were poking out of the grass and turned towards where home would be. With his mouth full, forgot his satchel as he wasn't really thinking of leaving home to begin with. He motioned for Shiny to get going, thankfully the bird understood that and took off. Oleander shook his head slightly and headed for home himself. There was much research to do and testing with this plant and he hoped that the weather would clear more so he didn't feel so sour... He did have to wonder, what would this taste like in a stew.
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