01 / new acquaintances
Posted On: Jul 9, 2020 15:18:25 GMT 2
Post by perihelion on Jul 9, 2020 15:18:25 GMT 2
01 / new acquaintances
Noon. The worst time of day for Silvia.
She leans back in her chair behind the reception’s front desk, eyes glued to the clock that doesn’t seem to budge an inch. Two more hours to go until Marina will return to the daycare after her busy morning of finance and schedules and arrangements, and then she’s free for the day at last.
She’d come in around seven to wake up the pokemon and feed them breakfast. Lawrence, a guy few years older than her who does the night shifts and makes sure all the pokemon sleep through the night without any problems or complications (especially now that there’s an egg that’s supposed to hatch any minute), went home gladly, ready for some well-earned sleep of his own. Silvia most definitely doesn’t envy the man, having a messed up sleeping schedule and possibly the most boring shift ever.
The morning was rather uneventful, but thanks to the beautiful bright skies and mid-summer sunshine Silvia could spend most of it outside in the garden with the grass types, petting the bulbasaurs and throwing treats for the shroomishes to catch as Diane played chase with the more active fosters, a pumpkaboo and an oddish. She caught their mellow, serene mood, as is customary; when it’s just her and the pokemon she finds it so easy to slip into a comfortable rapport with them, coo and chat with them as they rumble about the garden. And with no clients scheduled for the day, it was delightfully quiet with just her, Diane, and the fosters. The egg stayed in the incubator away from direct sunlight, trembling ever-so-slightly every once in a while.
Unexpected heat of the late morning made them retreat inside before lunch, and not a touch too late; a phone call at the reception confirmed a woman needed a day care spot for the next few days due to an unforeseen work trip across Hohka. Silvia can’t blame her for something out of her control, but she didn’t enjoy the woman’s snappy attitude that seeped through her words and demands, souring her mood a little bit.
Valerie, as she introduced herself on the phone, should arrive in an half an hour or so with her steenee. Before that, there isn’t much for Silvia to do. She’s given the fosters their lunch and most of them are napping now in the daycare room, save for Diane which is treading back and forth on the front desk, setting pens and pencils from one green pokemon-decorated cup to another. When the other cup is empty and the other filled is to the brim, she sits down and lets out peep of accomplishment.
“Great job girl. You saved me from a very boring task.”
Silvia chuckles at the sandshrew’s hard work, gives her a little scratch on the soft, short fur between her eyes, before scooping her up and wandering to the kitchen.
Even with the A/C on the air is warm and thick inside, so instead of her usual cup of herbal tea she pours herself a glass of iced tea and then walks into the daycare room to watch over the napping pokemon, Diane following close behind. Most of them are still asleep, save for a shroomish that jumps up to Silvia’s lap as she sits down on a loveseat beneath the window that shows a view to the garden. The sun is still high up, but a few clouds drift lazily across the sky.
She lets her gaze run over the room; pastel shades of green and orange colour the walls, and the same theme follows in the little beds that are littered around the room, most of them including a sleeping pokemon. Plants and greenery of all size and shape give the room a luscious, relaxing feeling that makes her eyelids droopy and her mind pleasantly empty. Her hand pets the shroomish as she takes a sip from her glass and then sets it to the windowsill. Diane has picked one of the empty beds to curl up on, and looking at her yawning Silvia gets that little pang of softness in her chest one does when faced with a strikingly cute sight.
Silvia takes a deep breath, leans back and decides to close her eyes just a little bit. She’ll wake up in twenty minutes or so, ready to face the client. She’s sure one of the fosters will wake her up earlier for something else anyways…
--
She snaps awake to the sound of the doorbell. On her lap, the shroomish is still sleeping. Goddamnit.
Gently setting the pokemon aside, she dashes to the front door — after giving a quick check to the quiet egg — already dreading what kind of client she’ll face. She didn’t get the best first impression on the phone, but no matter what, she must put up a polite face and treat the client and her pokemon to her utmost abilities.
Opening the door, she’s greeted with Valerie... Miller, if Silvia remembers correctly. She’s dressed in a cream-coloured pantsuit, dark hair done in a nice updo and her makeup flawlessly natural; perfect and ready for anything. It makes Silvia keenly aware of her messy outfit with pokemon fur and various stains, as well as her yellow eyeshadow that she blended only half-heartedly at six in the morning. She doesn’t even want mention the catastrophe that is her hair, barely held together by her headband and braids.
“Good afternoon ma’am. Sorry for making you wait,” she says in her best customer service voice before opening the door further. “Please do come in.”
Valerie comes in with a scoff, her precious pokemon not far behind, both of them neat and polished, prim and proper. The steenee is elegant, as is usual for its species, and it looks down on her nonexistent nose at the other pokemon that have appeared into the doorway of the reception. Curious as to what the newcomer is up to, the fosters don’t sadly receive the most positive response.
Silvia checks in the steenee or Lilith, as her owner has named her, and writes down everything Valerie explains about caring and looking after her precious pokemon. A very strict diet, special mealtimes and extra vitamins and elixirs that need to be given — all sort of pretentious, or so Silvia thinks. She can’t help but feel annoyance simmering in her chest as she scribbles down all the various instructions that “need to be followed to a T” as Valerie puts it. Marina will hear a complaint or two about this once she gets back. It’s not that pokemon shouldn’t be cared for like this, and if that’s what she has to do, she will, but… It just grinds her gears.
After a while of “yes ma’am” and “of course” and “we’ll make sure of that”, Valerie does, in fact, leave, her high heels echoing even after she’s closed the front door. Silvia is left with Lilith, who has made no sound so far, only stood there in place where her owner guided her. But her curious eyes give her away; she’s taking in this new place and everything she can see eagerly. Slowly Silvia approaches her, making sure not to get too close, just in case if she doesn’t enjoy physical closeness.
“Well, Lilith, how ‘bout we get to know each other? The fosters would love to meet you properly,” she explains and gestures to the doorway. A bulbasaur lets out an excited squeal and a shroomish murmurs something encouraging. Silvia knows they’re all well-behaved and polite to any new daycare pokemon, but in the end, it’s up to the steenee to decide if she wants to make acquaintances with them.
Lilith thinks for a while, eyes charting between Silvia and the fosters, until she nods and lets out a high-pitched purr that Silvia depicts as a positive answer. Already a stark difference from the pokemon that first stepped into the daycare, the steenee is actually rather curious now that the watching eye of her owner has left. Smiling, Silvia guides the pokemon to meddle in with the others, and everyone settles again into the daycare room.
Silvia returns to her previous spot on the couch and sips the lukewarm ice tea as everyone slowly warms up to each other. More than once Lilith throws a toy or a playful kick a bit too hard, sending someone flying, but thankfully none of them care too much. Silvia thinks it’s probably some leftover energy that she’s now releasing. Based on the meeting with her owner, it seems she’s being rather controlled in terms of her everyday life. Having a few days to run about with other pokemon and let out some steam will surely do good for her.
It’s fascinating to watch as they tumble about, each pokemon seemingly speaking their own language, but in spite of that, everybody still somehow understands one another. Silvia wishes she had that same skill.
--
As is common, it’s so easy for her to get lost in observing pokemon, sink into her thoughts and just let the time pass. At some point she is awakened from her focused state as she becomes aware of the back door opening. Marina’s back.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall proves it’s still thirty minutes before her shift ends. Not a lot, but painstakingly enough. Silvia doesn’t have the time to moan about that too much, since Marina pops in from the kitchen’s doorway. The woman is surprisingly tall, in her mid-forties and nearly two meters, so she has to duck a little bit as not to hit her head on the doorframe. Still dressed in her jacket, wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, she barely has the mind to toe off her shoes before her fosters notice her.
“Hiya, Vee. How’s today been? The egg still alright?” she asks. She crouches down to greet her fosters with a wide smile and cooing words as they crowd around her, all happy about her return. Lilith stays behind, though, regards the new person with keen eyes and uncertain movements. “Oh. We got a new visitor here, I see.”
“Yeah, she’s gonna be here for a few days,” Silvia explains. “The owner was pretty demanding with the instructions, I just hope I got them all right.”
“I’m sure you did. It’ll be fine, you know how finicky people can go a bit overboard. This girl looks fun, though.” Marina focuses now on the steenee who is still holding back, but clearly beginning to show interest now that the fosters have calmed down and showed her this new human could be trustworthy.
“Her name’s Lilith and so far we’ve had a good time. But I think it’s time for a snack. Do we still have that zinc powder?”
“I think so? Let’s check the cabinets.” Marina gets up and throws her hat on the couch. “C’mon guys, it’s snacktime!”
The last half an hour of Silvia’s shift flows easily. The fosters and Diane get their usual afternoon snacks of fried roots and plants (with extra dried caterpies for Diane), and Marina composes a meal out of various vitamins, herbs, and special dried berry mix for Lilith. The pokemon seems to enjoy it just as much as the next bulbasaur, so Silvia and Marina consider it to be a success.
Marina digs out some frozen eclairs as an afternoon treat to go with tea and together the two women drink and chat about Marina’s morning until the clock chimes two; it’s finally time for Silvia to go home. She tries to hide her excitement at the prospect as she’s washing the dishes, trying to keep her movements calm and her responses normal, but her boss notices anyways.
“You had a long day. I’d be like that as well. Don’t worry about it,” she says. Silvia appreciates the older woman’s understanding nature. “I’ll see you tomorrow. The egg will most likely hatch then, so rest up and be ready.”
Silvia takes her brown backpack, gives the last pat to the clingy shroomish and once again scoops up Diane before taking the backdoor to the side alley where her rustic yellow bike resides.
Marina’s daycare is a two-storey house in the outskirts of Majolica, standing on a rather quiet suburban street that still radiates the usual feel of an older city with the design of the buildings, most of them over a century old. The buildings are closely smushed together, only small alleys dividing them. People’s bikes and garbage bins fill the tight spaces in between, so that the facades stay clean and neat. An atmosphere like no other.
Silvia sets Diane on front of the bike into a small basket, puts on her helmet and sets the backpack on the bike rack. A delightful squeal from the sandshrew and then she’s off, biking down the worn-down street.
Her commute is most definitely not a boring one; something she sometimes forgets, but always ends up being grateful about when she really pays attention to it. Even though it doesn’t pass by the famous slowpoke-crowded fountain in the city centre, it has lots of other beautiful spots to offer.
After a few blocks of biking down old, intricate buildings with other people and pokemon passing by, she crosses a road so that she’s at the entrance of a small park. Different kinds of bushes, old oaks and maples line the pathway as Silvia bikes through the little haven of wilderness in the middle of a busy city. Diane sniffs the still, warm air that’s fragrant from the different flowers blooming in the July glory.
It’s always such a calming respite from the hassle and rush, bringing a brief serenity into her chest and a pleasant silence to her teeming mind. She doesn’t have to do anything else but to focus on what the nature has to offer, the sounds of bird pokemon flying around in the trees’ shade, hidden from her eyes but still present by their singing and chirping. A dedenne peeks out of a bush just when she passes by, eager eyes quickly changing into bewilderment as the pokemon quickly dashes back into the greenery.
The change of scenery is not for long, though, as she reaches the other end of the park in a few minutes. In front of her, a tram rattles over a crosswalk, filled with kids coming home from school, elderly with all the time in the world or people who have an earlier shift just like Silvia, most of them with pokemon in tow. Waiting for the traffic lights to signal a safe passage across, Silvia meets eyes with a zangoose that’s looking out of the tram and gets a playful grin from it.
A few more blocks of crossroads and busy streets with marketplaces, cafes and shops, and then she’s at her home district. It’s just off the mainroad so the sounds of traffic echo in her ears as she takes a turn to the little side alley where her apartment is. Nestled in with a few other, larger apartments, her home is on the first floor of the complex; a clean, modern thing that tries its best to blend in with the little patch of woods right behind it. Silvia’s grateful she was able to secure such a great spot and gets to enjoy it every day.
She leaves and locks her bike just next to her front door, takes Diane from her little basket and sets her down. The sandshrew waddles up to the door and is the first to slide inside with a gracefulness one wouldn’t maybe expect from the mouse.
Closing the door behind her, Silvia sighs and hangs her keys to a small hook nearby the door before wandering down the hallway to her kitchen/living room. Shedding her jacket somewhere on the floor, she half-mindedly throws her backpack onto the couch before collapsing on it herself, the events of the day beginning to wear down on her now that she’s back in the safe confines of her home. She kicks off her sneakers, stretches her hands out and lets out a huge yawn. Taking this as an invitation, Diane jumps up to the couch and with a sleepy hum she’s curled up beside her owner.
A to-do list stuck to the fridge gnaws at the back of her mind, reminding her of the things she still needs to do today before she can really take it easy, so she can’t properly relax just yet; her shoulders don’t loosen up and her brow stays furrowed as she tries to recall if there’s anything she needs to do that’s not on the list.
Before anything else, though, she indulges in a little break. She’s deserved it.
Noon. The worst time of day for Silvia.
She leans back in her chair behind the reception’s front desk, eyes glued to the clock that doesn’t seem to budge an inch. Two more hours to go until Marina will return to the daycare after her busy morning of finance and schedules and arrangements, and then she’s free for the day at last.
She’d come in around seven to wake up the pokemon and feed them breakfast. Lawrence, a guy few years older than her who does the night shifts and makes sure all the pokemon sleep through the night without any problems or complications (especially now that there’s an egg that’s supposed to hatch any minute), went home gladly, ready for some well-earned sleep of his own. Silvia most definitely doesn’t envy the man, having a messed up sleeping schedule and possibly the most boring shift ever.
The morning was rather uneventful, but thanks to the beautiful bright skies and mid-summer sunshine Silvia could spend most of it outside in the garden with the grass types, petting the bulbasaurs and throwing treats for the shroomishes to catch as Diane played chase with the more active fosters, a pumpkaboo and an oddish. She caught their mellow, serene mood, as is customary; when it’s just her and the pokemon she finds it so easy to slip into a comfortable rapport with them, coo and chat with them as they rumble about the garden. And with no clients scheduled for the day, it was delightfully quiet with just her, Diane, and the fosters. The egg stayed in the incubator away from direct sunlight, trembling ever-so-slightly every once in a while.
Unexpected heat of the late morning made them retreat inside before lunch, and not a touch too late; a phone call at the reception confirmed a woman needed a day care spot for the next few days due to an unforeseen work trip across Hohka. Silvia can’t blame her for something out of her control, but she didn’t enjoy the woman’s snappy attitude that seeped through her words and demands, souring her mood a little bit.
Valerie, as she introduced herself on the phone, should arrive in an half an hour or so with her steenee. Before that, there isn’t much for Silvia to do. She’s given the fosters their lunch and most of them are napping now in the daycare room, save for Diane which is treading back and forth on the front desk, setting pens and pencils from one green pokemon-decorated cup to another. When the other cup is empty and the other filled is to the brim, she sits down and lets out peep of accomplishment.
“Great job girl. You saved me from a very boring task.”
Silvia chuckles at the sandshrew’s hard work, gives her a little scratch on the soft, short fur between her eyes, before scooping her up and wandering to the kitchen.
Even with the A/C on the air is warm and thick inside, so instead of her usual cup of herbal tea she pours herself a glass of iced tea and then walks into the daycare room to watch over the napping pokemon, Diane following close behind. Most of them are still asleep, save for a shroomish that jumps up to Silvia’s lap as she sits down on a loveseat beneath the window that shows a view to the garden. The sun is still high up, but a few clouds drift lazily across the sky.
She lets her gaze run over the room; pastel shades of green and orange colour the walls, and the same theme follows in the little beds that are littered around the room, most of them including a sleeping pokemon. Plants and greenery of all size and shape give the room a luscious, relaxing feeling that makes her eyelids droopy and her mind pleasantly empty. Her hand pets the shroomish as she takes a sip from her glass and then sets it to the windowsill. Diane has picked one of the empty beds to curl up on, and looking at her yawning Silvia gets that little pang of softness in her chest one does when faced with a strikingly cute sight.
Silvia takes a deep breath, leans back and decides to close her eyes just a little bit. She’ll wake up in twenty minutes or so, ready to face the client. She’s sure one of the fosters will wake her up earlier for something else anyways…
--
She snaps awake to the sound of the doorbell. On her lap, the shroomish is still sleeping. Goddamnit.
Gently setting the pokemon aside, she dashes to the front door — after giving a quick check to the quiet egg — already dreading what kind of client she’ll face. She didn’t get the best first impression on the phone, but no matter what, she must put up a polite face and treat the client and her pokemon to her utmost abilities.
Opening the door, she’s greeted with Valerie... Miller, if Silvia remembers correctly. She’s dressed in a cream-coloured pantsuit, dark hair done in a nice updo and her makeup flawlessly natural; perfect and ready for anything. It makes Silvia keenly aware of her messy outfit with pokemon fur and various stains, as well as her yellow eyeshadow that she blended only half-heartedly at six in the morning. She doesn’t even want mention the catastrophe that is her hair, barely held together by her headband and braids.
“Good afternoon ma’am. Sorry for making you wait,” she says in her best customer service voice before opening the door further. “Please do come in.”
Valerie comes in with a scoff, her precious pokemon not far behind, both of them neat and polished, prim and proper. The steenee is elegant, as is usual for its species, and it looks down on her nonexistent nose at the other pokemon that have appeared into the doorway of the reception. Curious as to what the newcomer is up to, the fosters don’t sadly receive the most positive response.
Silvia checks in the steenee or Lilith, as her owner has named her, and writes down everything Valerie explains about caring and looking after her precious pokemon. A very strict diet, special mealtimes and extra vitamins and elixirs that need to be given — all sort of pretentious, or so Silvia thinks. She can’t help but feel annoyance simmering in her chest as she scribbles down all the various instructions that “need to be followed to a T” as Valerie puts it. Marina will hear a complaint or two about this once she gets back. It’s not that pokemon shouldn’t be cared for like this, and if that’s what she has to do, she will, but… It just grinds her gears.
After a while of “yes ma’am” and “of course” and “we’ll make sure of that”, Valerie does, in fact, leave, her high heels echoing even after she’s closed the front door. Silvia is left with Lilith, who has made no sound so far, only stood there in place where her owner guided her. But her curious eyes give her away; she’s taking in this new place and everything she can see eagerly. Slowly Silvia approaches her, making sure not to get too close, just in case if she doesn’t enjoy physical closeness.
“Well, Lilith, how ‘bout we get to know each other? The fosters would love to meet you properly,” she explains and gestures to the doorway. A bulbasaur lets out an excited squeal and a shroomish murmurs something encouraging. Silvia knows they’re all well-behaved and polite to any new daycare pokemon, but in the end, it’s up to the steenee to decide if she wants to make acquaintances with them.
Lilith thinks for a while, eyes charting between Silvia and the fosters, until she nods and lets out a high-pitched purr that Silvia depicts as a positive answer. Already a stark difference from the pokemon that first stepped into the daycare, the steenee is actually rather curious now that the watching eye of her owner has left. Smiling, Silvia guides the pokemon to meddle in with the others, and everyone settles again into the daycare room.
Silvia returns to her previous spot on the couch and sips the lukewarm ice tea as everyone slowly warms up to each other. More than once Lilith throws a toy or a playful kick a bit too hard, sending someone flying, but thankfully none of them care too much. Silvia thinks it’s probably some leftover energy that she’s now releasing. Based on the meeting with her owner, it seems she’s being rather controlled in terms of her everyday life. Having a few days to run about with other pokemon and let out some steam will surely do good for her.
It’s fascinating to watch as they tumble about, each pokemon seemingly speaking their own language, but in spite of that, everybody still somehow understands one another. Silvia wishes she had that same skill.
--
As is common, it’s so easy for her to get lost in observing pokemon, sink into her thoughts and just let the time pass. At some point she is awakened from her focused state as she becomes aware of the back door opening. Marina’s back.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall proves it’s still thirty minutes before her shift ends. Not a lot, but painstakingly enough. Silvia doesn’t have the time to moan about that too much, since Marina pops in from the kitchen’s doorway. The woman is surprisingly tall, in her mid-forties and nearly two meters, so she has to duck a little bit as not to hit her head on the doorframe. Still dressed in her jacket, wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, she barely has the mind to toe off her shoes before her fosters notice her.
“Hiya, Vee. How’s today been? The egg still alright?” she asks. She crouches down to greet her fosters with a wide smile and cooing words as they crowd around her, all happy about her return. Lilith stays behind, though, regards the new person with keen eyes and uncertain movements. “Oh. We got a new visitor here, I see.”
“Yeah, she’s gonna be here for a few days,” Silvia explains. “The owner was pretty demanding with the instructions, I just hope I got them all right.”
“I’m sure you did. It’ll be fine, you know how finicky people can go a bit overboard. This girl looks fun, though.” Marina focuses now on the steenee who is still holding back, but clearly beginning to show interest now that the fosters have calmed down and showed her this new human could be trustworthy.
“Her name’s Lilith and so far we’ve had a good time. But I think it’s time for a snack. Do we still have that zinc powder?”
“I think so? Let’s check the cabinets.” Marina gets up and throws her hat on the couch. “C’mon guys, it’s snacktime!”
The last half an hour of Silvia’s shift flows easily. The fosters and Diane get their usual afternoon snacks of fried roots and plants (with extra dried caterpies for Diane), and Marina composes a meal out of various vitamins, herbs, and special dried berry mix for Lilith. The pokemon seems to enjoy it just as much as the next bulbasaur, so Silvia and Marina consider it to be a success.
Marina digs out some frozen eclairs as an afternoon treat to go with tea and together the two women drink and chat about Marina’s morning until the clock chimes two; it’s finally time for Silvia to go home. She tries to hide her excitement at the prospect as she’s washing the dishes, trying to keep her movements calm and her responses normal, but her boss notices anyways.
“You had a long day. I’d be like that as well. Don’t worry about it,” she says. Silvia appreciates the older woman’s understanding nature. “I’ll see you tomorrow. The egg will most likely hatch then, so rest up and be ready.”
Silvia takes her brown backpack, gives the last pat to the clingy shroomish and once again scoops up Diane before taking the backdoor to the side alley where her rustic yellow bike resides.
Marina’s daycare is a two-storey house in the outskirts of Majolica, standing on a rather quiet suburban street that still radiates the usual feel of an older city with the design of the buildings, most of them over a century old. The buildings are closely smushed together, only small alleys dividing them. People’s bikes and garbage bins fill the tight spaces in between, so that the facades stay clean and neat. An atmosphere like no other.
Silvia sets Diane on front of the bike into a small basket, puts on her helmet and sets the backpack on the bike rack. A delightful squeal from the sandshrew and then she’s off, biking down the worn-down street.
Her commute is most definitely not a boring one; something she sometimes forgets, but always ends up being grateful about when she really pays attention to it. Even though it doesn’t pass by the famous slowpoke-crowded fountain in the city centre, it has lots of other beautiful spots to offer.
After a few blocks of biking down old, intricate buildings with other people and pokemon passing by, she crosses a road so that she’s at the entrance of a small park. Different kinds of bushes, old oaks and maples line the pathway as Silvia bikes through the little haven of wilderness in the middle of a busy city. Diane sniffs the still, warm air that’s fragrant from the different flowers blooming in the July glory.
It’s always such a calming respite from the hassle and rush, bringing a brief serenity into her chest and a pleasant silence to her teeming mind. She doesn’t have to do anything else but to focus on what the nature has to offer, the sounds of bird pokemon flying around in the trees’ shade, hidden from her eyes but still present by their singing and chirping. A dedenne peeks out of a bush just when she passes by, eager eyes quickly changing into bewilderment as the pokemon quickly dashes back into the greenery.
The change of scenery is not for long, though, as she reaches the other end of the park in a few minutes. In front of her, a tram rattles over a crosswalk, filled with kids coming home from school, elderly with all the time in the world or people who have an earlier shift just like Silvia, most of them with pokemon in tow. Waiting for the traffic lights to signal a safe passage across, Silvia meets eyes with a zangoose that’s looking out of the tram and gets a playful grin from it.
A few more blocks of crossroads and busy streets with marketplaces, cafes and shops, and then she’s at her home district. It’s just off the mainroad so the sounds of traffic echo in her ears as she takes a turn to the little side alley where her apartment is. Nestled in with a few other, larger apartments, her home is on the first floor of the complex; a clean, modern thing that tries its best to blend in with the little patch of woods right behind it. Silvia’s grateful she was able to secure such a great spot and gets to enjoy it every day.
She leaves and locks her bike just next to her front door, takes Diane from her little basket and sets her down. The sandshrew waddles up to the door and is the first to slide inside with a gracefulness one wouldn’t maybe expect from the mouse.
Closing the door behind her, Silvia sighs and hangs her keys to a small hook nearby the door before wandering down the hallway to her kitchen/living room. Shedding her jacket somewhere on the floor, she half-mindedly throws her backpack onto the couch before collapsing on it herself, the events of the day beginning to wear down on her now that she’s back in the safe confines of her home. She kicks off her sneakers, stretches her hands out and lets out a huge yawn. Taking this as an invitation, Diane jumps up to the couch and with a sleepy hum she’s curled up beside her owner.
A to-do list stuck to the fridge gnaws at the back of her mind, reminding her of the things she still needs to do today before she can really take it easy, so she can’t properly relax just yet; her shoulders don’t loosen up and her brow stays furrowed as she tries to recall if there’s anything she needs to do that’s not on the list.
Before anything else, though, she indulges in a little break. She’s deserved it.
Kirjotat kyllä tosi hyvin suomeks ja englanniksi. ^^ Ihana kuvitella nää paikat ja hahmo, vihreeseen ja vehreeseen ympäristöön. 
Kunnon kukkahattutäti Valerie. 
) Oli mielenkiintoinen idea myös kuivatut caterpiet ravintona!