[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?
The weeds swayed in a cool breeze that wafted in from the ocean, the feathered seedheads gone a creamy tan as they ripened in the late autumn air. All around her Wolf could see the trees beginning to turn, their leaves as red as her hair as they fell all about her as she shook the tree trunk. A small whistling thud heralded the arrival of an acorn.
At last.
Wolf snatched the nut up with a gleeful smile and dashed off, skittering around the only newly regrown patch of cosmos to arrive at the workbench. A thrill of anticipation sounded in her chest as she spread the acorn next to the pinecones, tree branches, and maple leaves she'd gathered earlier. With a deep inhale she glanced at the plans that she'd shot down earlier that afternoon and then...
BANG BANG BANG
She held the Tree's Bounty Arch above her head in triumph, the thrill of success making her cry out in excitement.
The slow sound of clapping from beside her drew Wolf's attention, and there, sitting on the Small Mush Stool she'd crafted yesterday, was the island's other resident. Lorh hopped off the mushroom stool and swaggered over to Wolf, her expression a wry smirk. Wolf felt a pang of jealousy. She hadn't learned that one yet.
"Look what I got," She beamed and then dropped a flash of green to the ground. Wolf's mouth fell open. At least she had learned to be surprised already.
"A kitchen island!" She'd seen one, once, in Nook's Cranny, but the price had been exorbitant for the craftsmanship, and she'd sucked back her desire for it and plodded back out to gather apples. "Where'd you get the bells for that, Lorh?"
"Oh," She said mysteriously. "I've got my sources." Wolf didn't trust the woman. She'd seen her hanging about the northern beach too often, despite the warnings Isabell had consistently given out.
"Well I'm happy for you," Wolf tried not to pout as she said it, instead placing the arch beside them, and giving it a good shove to center it along the path.
"I got it for you," Lorh seemed absurdly smug as she said it, and Wolf turned to her, aghast.
"Really?"
"Well I sure as hells didn't get it for Erik," she smiled and nudged the kitchen towards Wolf. "Kid thinks opening a bag of chips is cooking."
Well I didn't have an AU for them before, but I sure do now. Time to reroll my island. Thanks for the ask @pidgeon-sorrel and also for dressing up as Lorh to get this picture!
