here comes the sun

[brushy]

Who: falco grice (grice), shōyō hinata (asas) & amaterasu (brushy)
What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or liberos!
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)

falco | shōyō | amaterasu

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[firstroar]

[Blue carefully moves some of her finds and lays them out for easier grabbing and use as he may find before going still and looking about for these seedlings of note.]

Is there...one or the other I should favor? [he knows very little about horticulture.]

[brushy]

[ ”i am a poor role model for that sort of choice,” she says, shaking her head in a way that flaps her ears against her skull.

”mothers can’t choose favorites.” even if she jokingly refers to every one she comes by as her favorite. she continues: ”but since you are not a mother, i can tell you this: i’m sure no seedling is more deserving than the other. choose the one that calls to you.” ]

[firstroar]

['mother,' she says... she really is a strange being.

while he looks over the offerings, 'the one that calls to you' brings to mind:] You never...told me. What to call you. [at least...he doesn't remember it. lots of mention of 'many names,' and he wasn't really in the right headspace to put a name to memory then.]

...Did you?

[brushy]

[ "did i? oh, it doesn't matter if i did. ammy, ammako, amaterasu, snowy, furball— those and more, so you may take your pick."

amaterasu regards where the seedlings are, either in little packages, or wraps . . . hm, she'll take this one, whatever it was, for her own project while blue made his own. it was a random choice, by smell, but worry not, little seedlings . . . they'll come back for you!

"so much choosing to be had today, hm?" ]

[firstroar]

[that list of names sounds quite familiar, and...the fact she's given no preference to any...also familiar.]

...Ammy, then. [since it was the first one she spoke, and the last one sounds a bit rude.

she is right, though: many choices today... Blue decides to just pick the seedling closest to his hand. first name, first seedling. easy.]

[brushy]

[ ammy makes sure to gently bring a pot before her, gripped between her teeth and set down in front of her.

”first, we shall soften the beds. fluff up the dirt, the way you would a pillow for your head, or a bed for your body.”

the way she has to do this is— well, it’s much easier to do it on the ground, in this case, or a larger bed. perhaps she could leave this pot for his next? she needed something larger, for her paws.

well— this one should do the trick. a tray-like dirt bed at ground level. amaterasu drags it over the same way, teeth first, and once it’s close enough to blue for them to work together, she begins pawing at her tray with a delicate swiftness. no digging wildly, as much as she . . . would like . . . her wagging tail may be telling a tale.

”who would not like a soft, cloudy bed to rest in?” ]

[firstroar]

[Blue hesitates in taking the pot, finding Ammy's pivoted to one of the longer troughs, but after she gets to work in there, he takes the smaller pot more suitable for his hands and...fluffs...dirt.

definitely something he didn't expect he'd ever be doing. it's a shame he had been long asleep when the younger Mu generations began to learn to cultivate the harsh red soil of Nazca, to coax them to yield true, natural plants and food - something he and the other elders hadn't had taste of before.]

[brushy]

[ ”now, make a hole,” to which ammy executes by hovering above a good, airy spot— before dunking her snout right in, holding (all this while wagging her tail and waiting for the dirt to naturally give way), then giving it a little wiggle to open up the circle around it.

clasping her chosen seedling between her front teeth, as delicate as holding an egg against her canines, she returns to the hole and drops it in. hanging on the edge, she gives the seed a little encouraging push by her nose— now completely dirty.

”then put it to bed.” ]

[firstroar]

[Blue's mouth quirks a little. fluffing pillows, putting to bed...she really does consider them as children, doesn't she?

while making that hole his fingers pressed together:] Can you tell? If...they're content or not. Where they're planted.

[brushy]

[ ammy now presses a paw into the dirt some ways off from the hole she’s made and has put her seed in. with her claws digging in, she pulls a sheet of dirt on top of the hole, and repeats this rowing at least twice, to make sure it’s covered up.

”they’ll tell you themselves! when they’ve broken through their beds to give you their hellos as a sapling. don’t forget to tuck yours in.” ]

[firstroar]

[with his hands, not his nose, he pushes dirt back over the seedling, smoothing it out evenly in the pot. his fingers linger there a beat before they withdraw to his lap.

quietly:] That's the first time...I've ever done that. All the greenery of Shangri-la...was synthetic.

[brushy]

[ "i'm sorry. what?"

she seems perplexed in the way she lifts her head and perks her pointed ears high. even the shake she gives to free her snout of the dirt is mildly delayed.

"your plants were not alive?" ]

[firstroar]

[it's an unexpectedly cute look, that reaction...Blue can't help but smile a little because of it, endeared.

he shakes his head.] No. They were synthetic. Designed to replicate the look and feel of terrestrial grass, but...it's not the same.

[no dirt, either.]

[brushy]

[ with some realization now, amaterasu shakes her head in a twisty motion to better ride the dirt (although she may have licked the smudge off her nose). getting to work on her second, the wolf continue to repeat the steps of digging and finding a spot to press the second seed in.

”of course, of course. there is no way to imitate life. there is too much involved! a soul, energy— it is hard to imagine something synthetic being capable of recreating something so special.

disregard the fact that i was once summoned through stone. hm, in fact— it is not the same thing. stone is quite natural. ” ]

[firstroar]

Still... We have to try. [he smiles small, setting the clay pot aside now that it's housing a little plant.] Out in space...humans and Mu still yearn for those kinds of things. We try to hold onto memories of them...even if the memories aren't ours.

[brushy]

[ memories were usually of things that have passed. the silence between them grows, and the wolf herself seems even further perplexed. thought becomes awareness. awareness becomes fragile, like eggshells.

"where is your earth?" ]

[firstroar]

I don't know.

[instead of wiping his hands clean, he just lets them rest palms-up in his lap.]

We were searching... My people and I. Traveling the stars. Looking for it. That's the one place...we might be truly safe and free. Our Terra. We dream of it, all of us...just as humans do. Our homeland.

[brushy]

[ another seed, then off to be planted. amaterasu begins feeling more in tune now, with what he's speaking of, and finds that she can very multitask from here on out. come here, little seed— in you go! snoot!

"what is lost may always be found."

a pause. she wanted to get somewhere with that. oh, yes, as she buried the seed, or rather, tucked it in: "i have a dear friend who is from the moon, you know. his name is waka, of the moon tribe. very . . . advanced people, with advanced technologies far greater than the mortal plain— and prophetic gifts. they remind me of your tellings." ]

[firstroar]

[advanced people and technologies... prophetic gifts? she may very well have her own brand of Mu in her world. a gentler world, he hopes.]

Mankind left Terra centuries ago. [he picks up one of the seedlings, waiting for Ammy's snoot to make a new hole before dropping it in for her.] And Mu...people like myself...we were begotten from those humans. Three hundred years we've hidden and searched...trying to find home while the humans try to exterminate us.

If there are any people left there...even on the moon...I hope they're kind. That they'll welcome my people there. It's been so long.

[brushy]

[ blue is too kind to do the honors! without further ado, ammy does The Thing with her snoot, then lifting out to shake the dirt off of her nose— and sneeze. a dramatic sneeze for a dramatic wolf.

"i hope your efforts are soon rewarded, blue. they may not come at the time we would like or expect, but they will come. this, i can assure you."

and with a look down at the little bed of planted seeds they're creating, her tail begins to wag again: "look how cute they are." ]

[firstroar]

[Blue smiles wanly; even he isn't immune to the inherent charm of a furry creature looking so plainly pleased with herself.]

To my eyes, I only see little mounds of dirt. Can you see more beneath? Their lives.

[brushy]

[ ”I can sense their efforts and stirring, yes— just waiting to be apart of the world,”

she would have made them bloom, or plant flowers of her own with the dip of her brush— but no, not this bed. this bed, she wants to see grow, especially when they have the capacity to.

—okay, maybe just one. a different bloom, a senpai with bright yellow petals that begins to rise and open to the moonlight as soon as she dips celestial ink into the dirt.

”and i imagine how they would look, too, once they’re outside. adorable.” ]

[firstroar]

[Ammy may as well have painted a wider smile on Blue in the process of making that plant bloom.]

What you do...and what you feel. They're very good, Ammy. [it's like being seated next to a very fuzzy, friendly heat lamp.]

[brushy]

[ oh, how humbling! he is feeling it, the good, the ethereal, the love, the hope, and how good it is to be alive to feel it at this moment.

”that means i am doing my job correctly. good.”

but there is a touch to her thoughts that brings out something . . . very pleased.

”you are always welcomed to this warmth, young blue.”.]

[firstroar]

['young'? that brings out a soft, amused sound.]

I haven't been called young...in a very long time. How strange. [but not terrible.]