Kush Clan Plantations (Farmland)

By now, the effect of the Additional Ingredients was starting to wear off of Tommy. Any concrete difference in his behavior was dismissable, regrettably. "Jeepers!" yelped Tommy, as he leapt onto the sofa, curling his feet and gawking at the inside of a traditional Kush building. "Dis your houm? Wowsis."

Tommy let out a soft hurr, snuggling against the sofa. His tail was tapping rhytmically against the upholstery.

Tommy bounced on the sofa, waiting for Clio. He was trying very hard not to knock over anything, not even himself. "Tis very houmly place, I like your house, Clit!" It hadn't taken long for Tommy to forget the name of his new acquaintance, To be fair, he had stuffed around thirty pot brownies in his face when they first met, so that might be a factor.

Tommy decided that since he was not allowed to knock anything over, he would instead try to remain as straight as possible. When Clio of the Kush returned, he would find Tommy doing a crane kick pose. On the sofa.

Tommy focused on not toppling over. His face was dead serious. "Clio say no knocking overs, so I's trying to keep from not to knock anything over." When he started wobbling, Tommy held his breath intensively. His eyes were wide open, focusing on a small dot on the wall to help him keep still. 

Tommy flapped his ears happily. It had been such a long time since someone had played with him! "You're on, sister! Bring it!" Tommy eyed the bota bag. He was going to win that water.

After an extensive amount of time, the catsy creature had to lower his now-shaking arms and fall face first onto the floor. "Uhg! I gives. You're the standing master, Clio." He glanced at the leather skin. "Cans I still have some water, pls?", Tommy begged.

Tommy hurred softly in response to the petting. He suckled the mouth of the bota bag to cool himself, then threw some water on his head for good measure. "Phwaa! That was refreshing." Tommy thought Clio of the Kush looked a bit worn as well, so he threw some water on her as well. "Many thankses for feeding Tommy! Not manys people want to play with me. They just thinks I'm a monstr or a 'peer veert'." Tommy was shining happiness through his wet fur.

Tommy took Clio by the hand. "Can I be friends's with Clio?! Tommy thinks Clio is really fun-fun!" He was flailing the couch wildly with his tail.

Tommy's grin was so wide he could've stuffed 50 onions inside his mouth.

"Yaaaaays!" Yipped Tommy and gave Clio of the Kush a bear hug. His wet hair smelled like soaked dog. "Tommy loves Clio very much! I declare this space wes friendship was declared the Friend-Zone!" Tommy seemed absolutely delighted with the expression he coined.

"Oh, but I've not had friends's before..." Tommy pulled back and twiddled his fingers timidly. "Clio... w- what is it that friends's do?" Tommy's expression was embarrassed but curious. His tail was pointing to the roof, attentively.

"Uwa! I'm being hugged!" Tommy's tail was spinning wildly, and was just a few rounds per hour short of taking off. His dog-ears flopped against Clio's face gently. "I wanna be real loyals to Clio! So then Clio won't has to be alonely either. Can- Can I stay here with Clio? You're the bestest friend I ever had. Period."

Maybe it was the weed, or just a quirk of his nature, but Tommy had already forgotten all about the food festival by now. "Hows do you do work here? Cans I help yours work with cropping?" Tommy spoke with glee.

Haile the giant is nearing the end of his walk.  Ahead, further down the dirt path he's walked many times before, sits a boulder.  A large boulder, he supposes, for a human.  Long ago some earth wizard, Haile can't remember who or when, magicked the Kush Clan's crest into that large boulder.  There's moss on it now.  And vines.

But Haile soon passes the boulder.  He's in Kush Clan territory now.  It's mostly weeds on the side of the path, here.  Weeds and wildflowers.  Tiny little things.  Some years ago Haile remembers the locals planting tall sunflowers.  He liked those but can't remember exactly how long ago that was.  Not important anyway.

A bit further in.  The path branches off here and there.  There are buildings, wooden stores, wooden homes.  Haile can see the rooftops of most of them.  People of the Kush Clan, mostly humans, don't built very tall.  Usually.  He nods to people here and there.  They're used to him coming into town now and then.

Beyond the large boulder, beyond the village, the path Haile takes narrows again.  No more houses, no more weeds.  He's in the crop fields now.  They go far to either side of him, left and right.  There on the right is one of the plantation houses.  Those are usually bigger than the houses in town.  Haile can't see the rooftop of this one.

He was going to continue on by the fields to his own home in the woods but he hears a sound.  Some kind of bird?  No, it's laughter.  A child's laughter.  Haile looks around, shielding the sun from his eyes.  There they are.  Looks like Clio.  Is Clio a child?  An adult?  Haile can't remember.  It doesn't matter, he supposes.  A person's a person.

He walks over to Clio, making a soft crash with every step he takes.  It would be very difficult to miss his approach.

The giant looks down at the woman.  Yes, that is Clio.  He doesn't always remember people, seeing as how they come and go in life.  But some stick out in his memory.  Clio sticks out.

"Afternoon," he replies.  He stands before her there for a moment.  A pause.  Nothing heard but the wind blowing through the Punta Rojo plants.  Haile's mind wanders.

Just as quickly, though, he refocuses his attention back to the woman standing in front of him.  Now he remembers why he diverted from the path.  His gifts.

He slowly sits down on the ground, resting his legs for the moment, his eyes closer to Clio's level.  He opens his leather pouch and searches around inside it for a bit.  He pulls out his smoking paraphernalia and various pieces of junk from his travels.  It litters the ground around him.  Soon enough he finds the gift.

"Ah," he says, pulling out a brick of chocolate wrapped inside a white leaf.  "For you," he says.  "For cooking.  The leaf is treated.  Magic.  No melting."