The plants, Yula had discovered, were not playing nice. Oh some of them were, certainly - the herb garden was almost getting along too well, the way the basil was flirting with the mint making Yula blush deep read as she hurried past, eyes averted so she didn't see something that she'd never be able to unsee. But the squash? Well, the squash was just being...she reached for the word, trying to put her finger on it. A dick? Njorth couldn't hear the plants, of course, but as always she was privy to their conversations by listening through Yula's mind, and it was the word which fit the squash's behaviour in her opinion.
"Yes. Exactly." Yula crouched beside the squash. "You're being a dick. Now are you going to start behaving, or do I have to do something drastic?"
The squash snorted softly, voice heavy with mockery. What're you gonna do? Throw a cloth on my head? This was said with a significant look towards the lettuce patch, where a filmy white cloth was held above the leaves by an archway of thin sticks.
Yula glared at him. "That's not a punishment. The gardeners are trying to keep the frost at bay for a few more weeks." Until the lettuce could be harvested, but she didn't add that - it was a natural part of gardening, but she knew it upset some plants, and it made her a little sad, as well. "But if you don't learn to keep your hands to yourself, I'll..."
Oh come ooon. She likes it. Don't you, sweetheart? The last bit was said with a lecherous tone, one leafy arm making a grab at a nearby cornstalk, who shrieked her distress.
"Knock it off!" Yula slapped the offending limb. "That's it. I'm seperating you." She stood up, looked around, and then headed off to the nearby shed. She could hear him muttering about how she wouldn't really do anything, bravado which evaporated as she came back with a shovel and wheelbarrow.
Woah woah woah. What are you doing there? I was just playing around. We don't need to do anything drastic! There was panic in his voice now.
"Apologies made under duress don't count." She set the tip of the shovel's blade against the earth a foot or so from the plant's base and then hopped onto it. Not the most comfortable thing to do with bare feet, but the soil was soft, at least, so the shovel slid in without too much pain for her. The squash plant was frantic now, bribing and pleading with her. "If you seem like you've really changed your mind, maybe I'll bring you back in a week, but you need some time to think about what you've done."
She took a step back, pulling down on the handle, the plant shifting in the dirt but not coming up. Okay then. She moved the shovel over and jumped on it again. This time, she must have hit a rock, because the shovel only slid halfway into the dirt before stopping suddenly, her left foot sliding across and off the top, the thin metal slicing neatly through her skin. She let out a low whimper, hopping her other foot back to the ground so she could lift up her left foot and stare at the shallow cut which was now sending a steady trickle of blood down the ball of her foot to drip off her toes. "Oh..." She glared at the squash plant, still balanced leaning on the shovel. "See what you did now?"
Agoura was in, for lack of a better description, a foul mood. Yes, she was done with all those stupid lessons and she no longer had to deal with all her pent up frustration and she had even had a chance to play a bit with a brand new toy for the day. But she had enjoyed that toy a great deal! ANd now she wanted more of it! See, Agoura? I told you you liked him! Agoura snarled, actually snarled, at the yellow's voice in her mind. Cieth simply pouted. It's not my fault you're to proud to ask him to join you on a regular basis. Why would he want to? It was a one day deal. Cieth sighed to herself, the deep breath causing her chest to heave as she released it way up in their private weyr.
So, it was not like Agoura was searching for Yula. Though she was trying to find something that made her calmer. And Yula had always done that, even though it was simply because Agoura was so baffled with the girl's antics that she didn't know what else to do besides be calm and guide the situation.
And so it came to pass that Agoura found herself standing above a grumbling Yula, her brows furrowed and her hands on her hips, startled at the blood on the gentler woman's foot and hands. The yellowrider glanced around, ready to flog the first suspicious looking person she saw before she noticed the shovel. She sighed, bending and pulling a sash off of her waist that she had been using to keep her baggy shirt from flying out about her.
"What are you doing now, Yula?" she asked coldly, lifting the injured foot and wiping it off with her sleeve, trying to get the dirt away before wrapping it snugly with her sash. "What distracted you enough to make you do something like this, hmm?"