Horses and Things

Played: Twice Lost: 1000g Won: NOTHING

Georgia whined, looking at the peddler. Really? That wasn’t fair! The game had to be rigged!

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Flowers n Stuff  (Lyla)

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Flowers n Stuff  (Lyla)

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Henry smiled as Georgia spoke, resting his elbow on his knee and positioning himself so he could lean on his hand, fingers curled inwards to a fist.

“Now Darlin’ I’m sure you’d do just fine. You’re pretty good at rememberin’, and hell, even if you do mess up it’ll make the kids laugh! Plus it’ll get easier especially if one of the little sweethearts accidentally calls you Mom. They get so flustered. It’s the cutest~” Henry would often get called ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ by the children every so often. He usually took it as a sign he was doing a good job.

I hope so too.” Henry sighed a little as well, “I know more than anyone how lonely it can be.” He looked wistfully out the window nearby. “I’m just glad a lot more of us became more accepting as we all grew up. Lord knows I became a teacher so that the kids would have an easier time accepting others and being accepted.” Life was hard when you were Queer, off the gender spectrum, and albino. Overall, Henry was so glad he had enough money to keep up with his appearance. Striking red eyes tended to scare the kids. Not to mention his poor eyesight..

“Hm?” He looked back at Georgia. “Ah, well, Nothin’ too special. It’s gonna be the weekend soon, yeah? I’m gonna be gradin’ papers. Might see if the kiddies are up to a quick spelling bee for prizes.”

Georgia smiled, shaking her head with a little laugh. “That is definitely adorable. I dunno if I’d wanna be a Mama just yet, but those slip ups are always funny. Just laugh and keep goin’, right?” 

She leaned back, clasping her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. “It can be, but I think ya do a great job,” she commented with a faint smile. “Tryin’ so hard with them, there’s a lot of effort there. It really is amazin’ and...the effort isn’t wasted. Hope ya know that.” She smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. “Definitely gonna be a lastin’ impression on the lil ones.”

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Georgia laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. A pink came over her cheeks, spreading quickly to the rest of her face. 

Total: +2050G

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Total: 1950G

PASSED

“Nah nah, been keeping on top of drinkin water ‘n stuff. Years of throwing bales a’ hay tends to get you used to it.” He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness. While he was used to doing it daily, it still did take a bit of a toll on him. 

“Aaaah. Been looking to hang out with animals more? You’re free to come over for that y’know.” He laughed, “Treat those cows better than I treat myself.” 

Mark gestured for her to come with him, “Just hop the fence.” 

“Even if you’re used to it, it still doesn’t make it easy,” she commented, rocking back and fort on her heels. “It’s alright to take it slow some days. Especially on hot days. Nobody’s here to judge ya. Just the animals,” she teased with a small laugh.

She nodded, rubbing the back of her neck with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “I always like to ask! Just in case you’re busy or don’t want company. They always look happy, so it’s nice to pet them.”

She waited for Mark to give the go ahead before she hoisted herself up on the fence, then dropped on the other side. 

Georgia hummed, checking her watch briefly before she bounced down the trail to the Wright Farm. She had a few things to hand off to him, and she could use her work time to catch up. 

“Pete!!” she called loudly, the basket on her arm slipping when she brought her cupped hands to her mouth in an attempt to amplify her already loud voice. “Where are ya! I have a delivery!” 

The teacher was about to place his apron on his desk but then hesitated. “Thanks so much!” He hummed for a moment, debating on what to do before putting the apron back on and walking over to Georgia so he could take the gift box from her. “We were having an art lesson. Gotta make sure these kids grow up with all the imagination they need for the future. Y’know?”

Henry’s eyes seemed to shine as he spoke about the kids, he really loved all of the little monsters and had such bright hopes for them.

“Well…” Henry spoke as he walked back over to his desk to place the box of fruit and eggs down. “You eventually learn all their names after the first week or so, then you recognize all their cute little faces.” He made sure the box was in a safe place before turning and sitting upon the desk much like Georgia was. “Honestly I’m kinda glad Wellspring is gettin’ more kids. We used to have a lot less runnin’ around. Do you remember?”

“That sounds like they had fun. You always have your kids bringin’ out cute art.” She smiled. “And I never hear anything negative, so...must be doin’ something right.” She handed the box to him. “Imagination is great. I think they’ll be great. Need imagination when ya live here.”

Georgia tilted her head to the side, thinking back and then nodded. “There’s so many at once, I’d be scared to mess it up. Probably helps to have the name tags too.” She tapped her knee, biting the inside of her cheek. “I think it’ll be great in a few years when they’re older. It might bring even more in.” She smiled. “It was lonely growin’ up,” she admitted. “I mean...small. It’s good there’s more and more. A slow growth is still growth.”

“Wasn’t aware you weighed seventy pounds.” He chuckled, going ahead to clip the string on the feed, “Didn’t have many plans. Mostly just working and then prob’ly just trying to get cool. Too damn hot if you ask me.” 

He hummed, cutting the string with a pocket knife before turning back to Georgia, “Planning on asking me to hang out?” 

Mark gave her a dimpled smile, coming back to the fence. The cows were going to be good for the rest of the day, spending most of the time in the shade or the pond. It wasn’t particularly active. 

Georgia laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, maybe a lil bit more than seventy. Still, it’s a lot. Dunno how ya do it all the time. Make sure the heat doesn’t hit you too bad. Take some water breaks in the shade. Wouldn’t want to find ya days later passed out.” She kept her voice light, but the concern was still clear.