“Plants ‘n people aren’ all that diff’rent. There’s all diff’rent sorts from all sorts o’ places. They all do diff’rent things, ‘ave diff’rent stories… ‘s hard t’ just stay at home when there’s so much t’ see!

“Oh, an’ they get dehydrated.”

guns-puns-andbotany

I hope this is a decent starting post….thing.

Yep. This blog is going inactive to move to guns-puns-andbotany instead

“Plants ‘n people aren’ all that diff’rent. There’s all diff’rent sorts from all sorts o’ places. They all do diff’rent things, ‘ave diff’rent stories… ‘s hard t’ just stay at home when there’s so much t’ see!

“Oh, an’ they get dehydrated.”

guns-puns-andbotany

I hope this is a decent starting post....thing.

Yep. This blog is going inactive to move to guns-puns-andbotany instead

I’ve noticed this blog has taken an odd turn at some point that I never really planned on it to take, but it’s at an odd point where I can’t really turn it back around… I’m not very pleased with it though, in all honesty! So I think it’s about time to do this here thing

This blog is officially getting refreshed. It’s starting anew, from the end of Sloop’s backstory and forward, just like when the blog first started.

How’m I gonna do this, you ask? Start anew on a new blog! It’s currently still in the works, but I will post a link to it when it is finished very soon.

“You could!” he mused. “That’d be interestin’. Especially since he doesn’ seem like he’s used to havin’ friends.” A hand slid from his pocket to lightly scratch at his cheek with a fingertip. “Though, I don’t know if he considers us friends just yet… Ah’d like to think he does.”

Again the man chuckled. Despite being the worried one earlier, he seemed more focused on the conversation now than their walk. It was both relieving and delightful to hear that the grump had made more friends!

Demi smiled a little, “I mean, if he’s not physically throwing you out of his forest, then I imagine he thinks pretty highly of you.” She joked. “Or at least respects you.” She added with a little grin. 

"Y'know," he began, partially speaking to the guardian and thinking out loud "Ah've never heard of anyone makin' dyes from plants 'round these parts! 'Cept for m’self, that is." His face was practically buried in the cloths with how closely he was examining them while he spoke. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had completely forgotten where those recipes went -- and they always had more chemicals in them than desired.

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Eremite awoke in his den bundling under his fur cloak. He tensed at the cold air when he fully regained consciousness, and quickly went to work reviving his fire from the night before. After regaining his warmth from the weak flames he tried to stretch out the tension built up n his muscles from the night.

The air was very crisp this morning, even there deep in his den. As Eremite stood and approached the den mouth, it grew even cooler. He looked out to see many of the leaves had already shifted to the various colors of fall.

Eremite sighed and walked back in to warm himself by the fire for a minute longer before calmly using the remains of his dinner last night to make a morning broth for himself. He drank it as slowly as he could. He would have to try to keep as warm as he could.

He would have to travel to last year’s winter den today. His supplies for the season would all be hidden away there. Eremite popped his neck with a groan. If he didn’t do anything else today, he was going to at least get his hands on his larger cloak. He was not wanting to spend another night hiding under his lighter cloak.

Leaves crunched beneath the Mudman’s boots as he ventured deeper into the familiar woods, just waiting for any sign of birds or critters alike hurrying off and notify their guardian of his arrival. Despite the chill in the air, Sloop’s usual style had barely changed. In fact, he almost looked more comfortable in the cold weather despite his usual attire and large sack lugged over his shoulder.

Already beginning to recognize the bird code for his rather large…. person he know…. Eremite slowly nodded and cupped his hands together to not only reply but also to warm them. Eremite would not be leaping through the trees today, as the movement would only make the leaves fall and further give himself away, but still he knew every twist, turn, and shortcut of this forest.

it wasn’t too long before he reached the man, though it did take longer than usual. A familiar smell caught the troll’s attention as he approached.

he wandered past the man as if he appeared out of nowhere and kept walking. They were surprisingly close to his winter den. Eremite stopped for a brief moment to look over his shoulder. Was he…. shivering?

Eremite awoke in his den bundling under his fur cloak. He tensed at the cold air when he fully regained consciousness, and quickly went to work reviving his fire from the night before. After regaining his warmth from the weak flames he tried to stretch out the tension built up n his muscles from the night.

The air was very crisp this morning, even there deep in his den. As Eremite stood and approached the den mouth, it grew even cooler. He looked out to see many of the leaves had already shifted to the various colors of fall.

Eremite sighed and walked back in to warm himself by the fire for a minute longer before calmly using the remains of his dinner last night to make a morning broth for himself. He drank it as slowly as he could. He would have to try to keep as warm as he could.

He would have to travel to last year’s winter den today. His supplies for the season would all be hidden away there. Eremite popped his neck with a groan. If he didn’t do anything else today, he was going to at least get his hands on his larger cloak. He was not wanting to spend another night hiding under his lighter cloak.

Leaves crunched beneath the Mudman's boots as he ventured deeper into the familiar woods, just waiting for any sign of birds or critters alike hurrying off and notify their guardian of his arrival. Despite the chill in the air, Sloop's usual style had barely changed. In fact, he almost looked more comfortable in the cold weather despite his usual attire and large sack lugged over his shoulder.

The troll then sat down, his left arm outstretched palm up, and he began to point at the colors:

“The red will last two or three months before I have to dye them again. The green only lasts a few weeks, but what is required to make the dye is plentiful. And the blue lasts for most of the year before it even begins to fade.”