The palms always provided a nice shade. Occasionally one may hear - or even feel a coconut fall to the ground (or head sometimes). But he didn't mind it- this place felt like home- and always would be. While he had the time alone he found his mind reaching off to Reed. What exactly had that lass gotten into? But he wouldn't allow soreness to creep in- he had important things to do!
Like grabbing the vines!
Looking for then had been easy enough, but he would have to hop and fly multiple times to bring them all down. By the end of it he was sitting down and catching his breath. He was out of shape it seemed, and needed to fix that. Unhappy with these new thoughts he hatefully grabs a mouthful of vines, making his neck hurt. The other half was rolled up and drug behind him.
When he returned he was pleased to find the posts all in order around Larkspurs Garden. He spat the vines out and put the others into a pile with th"em."these look great Lark!" he moves closer to inspect the depth. They all looked well dug in- should keep most things out. "how are you feeling?" he couldn't help but ask after watching her reaction to killing the stag. Hopefully she wasn't hurt bad.
"Now then, I brought the vine to weave around these lower stick. I figure we can fashion a gate from drift wood around here..." although it was evident he had not thought about encasing the top off.
Balthazar slithered over to one of the vines and grabbed it, weaving it tight and with care along two posts, showing Larkspur how to do it as he goes.
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"speech."
Next post Blathys gonna need some salve. Hes got some stuff for him in a jar.