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Artiodactyl
Legacy Name: Artiodactyl

The Glacier Antlephore
Owner: sugaroreo

Age: 11 years, 3 months, 4 weeks

Born: January 19th, 2013

Adopted: 10 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 29th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 50
   
• Strength: 146
   
• Defense: 13
   
• Speed: 61
   
• Health: 50
   
• HP: 46/50
   
• Intelligence: 161
   
• Books Read: 159
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Metal Buffer

Ah, the spring equinox was finally upon them, marking the return of spring’s warmth and abundance of life from the deathly cold grip of winter. Although saying that, it had surprisingly mild a season – snow and frost barely staying on the ground in even the shortest days – and would no doubt mark a hot, dry summer to follow as it had been the last few years. Even so early in the year, the day was warm and pleasant, sunlight streaming through the large glass windows of the shopfront and casting a golden glow over the bouquets. Enough to evoke thoughts of lazing on a blanket as her little brother tested his mettle in the ice-melt stream after a picnic.

The basket waiting on a workbench was already loaded with sweets and savouries, more than the two of them could possibly eat in a sitting, simply waiting to start its journey until a small hand sneaked over the benchtop and sneaked a peek inside. With years of long practice, the Cervidae girl caught her mischievous brother’s wrist and pulled it away, causing him to whine a little at the unfairness of it all. “Lemme go, Mo! I was only gonna have a loook...”

“You were only going to have a look,” Maude corrected with a soft smile at the plaintive brown eyes staring up at her, “and you never just ‘look’, Briar Greenwood. Before you know it, that basket would be empty and there would be no picnic at all and we would have to stay inside all day!” The boy made a face at that, and again when she ruffled his brown mop of hair with a giggle, fingers running over the tiny buds that would someday form magnificent antlers. But, perhaps not this year. He was still a child after all, despite often trying to act above his eleven long years.

“Did you find the blanket so we can close the shop and go?”

With a nod and grin, the weathered thing was produced and set by the basket. “I didn’t even have to get a chair to reach the shelf!”

“I am really not surprised at that, with the rate you’re going through clothes lately, mister. I’ve had to sell twice as much simply to keep you decent!” This was hardly the truth, however and the young woman simply couldn’t keep the fondness from her voice. “Soon you’ll be taller than Father was and I will have to dress you in sacks because they simply don’t make anything to fit. They will call you Bry the Giant~” Briar beamed at that and shuffled a little in embarrassment, memories of their father were always fond despite him being gone for some years.

“Now, go check the door out the back is locked and fill the canteen while I close up.”

Maude watched as her brother scurried away, hooves clicking on the wood floor, and set about bringing in the displays. Just as she was bringing in the final rack – a lovely display of hyacinths – her ears flicked back to catch the staccato sound of approaching footsteps. A customer? The soft tinkle of the chimes above the shop door confirmed and she turned with a genteel smile.

“Welcome to Divinewood Flowers, how may I help you?

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