A Flower in a blizzard

… You’re teasing me for just making a simple sandwich, aren’t you?

Still– Can’t blame you for being jealous– This sandwich has ingredients freshly picked from Rania’s garden– I’m even trying this new batch of Carrots~

Alternatively send “You’ve never seen me cook before?” for your muse to be cooking

Ah well. Im too nervous to approach most…aggressive people.

That said! I appreciate your advice! The more you know the better you grow after all haha. I hardly think youre lazy though Mr. Roy. Everyone has their place in sanctuary. From the doves to the swallows. Everyone has a role to play! Its one of the things that I take pride in down here. We’re like a large. Disfunctional family. And youre no exception.

 “Just like you’ve said - everybody has a role to play in our city whether they like their job or not. Those not-so-nice people, they got deserve a place here just like the rest of us. We may not like them, they may cause us grief from time-to-time - but they’re still part of our big family here. They do the same amount of work as we do, sometimes even more. So no matter how much it hurts to say it, we still have to thank them for being alongside us in our hardship.”

 “Heck, for as much flack people give that Oscar; I wouldn’t be here had it not been worth for him stumbling across me and waking me up. Sure he did it on accident, and he’s yet to even tell me why he was out in the deep caves that day, that don’t change the fact that I’m here because of him.”

 The old man drew in a heavy breath, putting his stiff bones into motion as he veered his concrete head to glance indoors. Ten-Twenty Eight the clock read - a mere few seconds away from striking at twenty-nine. Time certainly seemed to fly whenever the Gigalith had somebody willing to listen to him. Some folks – a lot of folks really, tend to avoid the boulder based solely on their titanic size. Though the same could likely be said for a lot of pokemon of the Gigalith’s ilk.

 “Look, I’d like to chat all day and night but time’s really against us. Oscar said he’d be here in about two minutes, he’s almost always here straight on the dime. So please, save yourself the burden of dealing with him and go on your merry way.

 “I promise if tommorow comes and I don’t wind up doing much, that I’ll come and pay you a visit by the gardens. I think it’s safe to assume you work there, that’s where I see most of you grass-types.”

Ah I understand. Ill see you tomorrow then maybe?

 “Me? Don’t worry about me – worry about that bugger. If it weren’t for me stepping in, he would have taken that Larvesta and punted it into the river like he did to the rest of ‘em.” The behemoth’s foot wedged the wooden doorway open, just barely enough for the rock-type to peer in on occasion. It was more so to keep an eye on the clock than the bug-type wandering about indoors. Roy put a lot of trust in the brat, probably out of pity for the wee little thing.

 “It really helps to have somebody to chat with other than that.. 'friend’ of mine. Even if that somebody’s a bug-type out of all things, it’s still good to talk with somebody who’s put up with Oscar as much as I have. He can be a real handful sometimes, that you probably know already.”

 The turning and colliding of solid stone sounded as the Gigalith slowly veered his head to glance at the wall clock inside. Ten-Twenty Five it read, and Oscar said he’d be back on the dime at 10:30. No matter their purpose of being there, the Skarmory didn’t exactly take nicely to strangers lurking near his abode. Five minutes as all that the old gigalith had to chat away before his not-so-kind friend came storming back to his home.

 He may as well make the best of his time and get to the point. There was no sense in beating around the bush with what few minutes he was willing to spear.

 “Oscar is the type of 'mon who gets what he wants. If he has what he wants, he’ll be fine and dandy – he’ll be working up a big old storm if he doesn’t. He’s kinda like a child in some regards, but don’t you go telling him I  said that.” He breathed, turning his stone head, positioning himself until his immobile eyes faced the kind 'mon he spoke to. “So what do you do? Well I’ll tell you how to deal with him - you give that skarm what he wants.”

 “I know, I know” The old man swiftly correct “I’m not sounding all too smart, but you have to hear me out first.”

 “You don’t up and give into him. You give him just enough so he’ll up and leave you alone. Once you start, you don’t stop. Eventually he’ll quit being so demanding - he’ll start asking for less and less of you until it seems like he barely wants a single thing.”

 “I’ve dealt with his type before. Figured since it always worked on them, I may as well try it with him. He’s yet to realize it, or at-least I think he hasn’t. It may as well be fool-proof at this point.” A heavy sigh sounded from the ancient 'mon, the expression in his eyes remaining straight and as immobile as they always have. It’s been at-least five months since he partnered up with Oscar, and the crumbling boulder has been putting on the act ever since. He had an almost limitless supply of patience, but no matter how patience a man was, some people carry way too much emotional weight.

 It was taxing on most days, and on the worst of days it hurt. But the Gigalith had too much dignity within him to show any signs of weakness, he did not want to show frailty in the presence of somebody who’d wind up abusing it.

 “You seem like a nice lass - you magpies 'n doves always wind up makin’ life her hecka lot more easier. You people deserve more credit than us lazy Eagles. So promise me this one favor and stay far away from that ‘Skarm as you can.”

“I don’t want to find out he’s ruined your day.”

Ah well. Im too nervous to approach most...aggressive people.

That said! I appreciate your advice! The more you know the better you grow after all haha. I hardly think youre lazy though Mr. Roy. Everyone has their place in sanctuary. From the doves to the swallows. Everyone has a role to play! Its one of the things that I take pride in down here. We’re like a large. Disfunctional family. And youre no exception.

It’s nice to meet you as well!

Hey are those flowers actually a part of you?

No no thats quite alright. And yes! They are a part of me. Theyre snowbells. Probably has something to do with genetics im sure. Swallows huh. Good for you! I hear expeditions can be quite exciting

Dangerous... but exciting.

(ohmygosh you are so cute)

Unfortunately– Or fortunately? Depends on how you look at it, But This power plant is actually doesn’t make much in the way of waste products! It’s ran by the natural power from the river here!

I do have some extra scraps that the other magpies brought me– Perhaps I can send them back with you–?

Oh! I do have something, actually!

There’s some mud that can gather on the pipes– I’ve learned it’s rich in nutrients and minerals, it’d make for a great fertilizer! It can clog up pipes, so I try to remove as much as I can, so if you want it, I can have some delivered!

Ahh! thats great! Ive been worried that the soil im using for my carrots isnt fertile enough!

Well i mean i guess its not so great for the pipes but um. It sounds like a great potential resource for the farms.