Harvest is Late Again.

[mikangirl]

Who: Nami (sort of) and anyone so inclined to help her out!
What: A harvest.
When: November 5th and 6th
Where: The mikan grove.
Summary: Nami didn't make the call for volunteers this year, despite already running late.  Luckily, Law did.
Rating: Rated PG just to be safe.


[So Nami didn't have a good time on the draft.  Which marks her up there with every other survivor of the damn thing, so nothing special there.  Events were rather shattering for both her and her crew, and she's been up here since her return, working to harvest the orchard on her own fifteen hours a day.  It's mindless and it's something to focus on, and she just didn't have the heart to make a public call out on the journals, let alone ask for help.  Aang and Marco came to help her out some earlier, for which she's silenty grateful.  But at this rate she'll be at least another week.

She hasn't heard Law's entry on the locked community (or anyone else's, for that matter), so when volunteers start arriving, she's surprised.  And not quite sure what to do except sort of...keep going. 

But.  Something tight within unwinds a little.  She might not be good at showing appreciation today, but it helps.  It really does.]

((ooc:  I've had a request for a harvest thread with Nami, so I figured putting this up is a good idea after all.  Nami herself isn't very sociable, though, so just warning ahead of time!  Backtaggable into forever.))

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[inkdrops]

[During the many long hours that Nami and the others were working, they may come across something a bit strange and, to some perhaps, familiar. It's a little glowing ball of light, gold in color and sparkling just slightly. The glow isn't all that strong, but it's only because the person is fast asleep on a leaf.

Though, of course, some jostling of the branches and fruit is definitely going to rouse her. Don't look twice if she's sudden;y really upset, either, this firefly's got a bit of a temper. But yeaah... Guess who's finally back in Luceti, guys! 8D]

[fierybluebird]

[Scoops up in a careful blue glowing hand of his own.]

Hey there, calm down little one. You okay?

1/2

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi isn't much of a heavy sleeper, so once she's moved, she immediately because to rouse, yawning loudly and stretching out on his palm. Once that's done, she rubs her eyes and stares blearily ahead...]

2/2

[inkdrops]

[And is greeted to what her still fuzzy eyes assume to be fire. 8D

Brb, jumping up at least a good foot or so, possibly even off the hand that once held her. She is a jumpy bug, this little butterfly. At least she's awake now, though.]

EIIIYAAAAHH!

[fierybluebird]

O-oi... It's not that kind of flames.... Sorry.

[Still he quickly puts them out and just holds his palm up carefully to try to get a closer look. HE WANTS it to be Miyabi, but he's not sure November is really going to be as lucky for him as he's hoping... and he really doesn't want to terrorize a random butterfly.]

[inkdrops]

[Your squinting will get you the answer you seek, Marco! Lo and behold, once she's settled down some, Miyabi's actually staring right back at you with the same quiet confusion and surprise. Her head's still a little fuzzy, but after the scare she had, it's starting to clear up really fast. Hence her swift realization and question up at the man she's sure she knows.]

Mister Marco?

[fierybluebird]

Miyabi! Butterfly, you're back! Are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?

[Gently covers a hand over her head to shield her from anything and yells out for everyone.]

OI EVERYONE! Miyabi's back!

[inkdrops]

No, no, I'm fine! Really. Uhm, b-but thank you. [Maybe a little hungry, but that's nothing half a mikan won't fix. And vhvjhvhdft Marco, pls. Her glow turns from gold to a blush pink, as her face light up to go with it.]

Eh...hehe, it's nothing to celebrate. W-Was I gone for very long?

[fierybluebird]

[Cutie.] I think a month or so.

Are you sure you're okay? It's plenty reason to celebrate your return. And everyone could use some good news, eh.

[inkdrops]

[A month. Miyabi's eyes widen considerably and she takes a step back. Gods...that's the longest she's ever been away, she thinks. Her poor friends, they must've been so worried about her. And, as it seems, they didn't have much of a good time while she was gone.]

Eh...hehe, thank you. I hope I can at least make a few people happier, then. What happened while I was away? An experiment?

[blessingone]

[As Sophie goes off to deposit her current (tiny) load...wherever the mikans are to be deposited, Fenimore takes the opportunity while she's already up a ladder to reach out for a few for her own basket.

She stops in mid-reach, though, as she notices something...odd. Something is...glowing...? She leans closer, trying to get a better look, not being especially cautious about rustling the nearby branches with her head.]

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi grumbles at the sounds and movements around her, but all that movement jostles not only the branches, but some of the fruit as well. The plumper mikans are already set to fall on their own, and one actually does! And, because fate is horrid, it just so happens that same fruit was on poor Miyabi's branch....and all but catapults her into the air from the resulting backlash of the branch.

Again, at least she's awake now.]

EEEEEEEKK!!

[blessingone]

Aaaahhh!

[Fenimore jerks back, startled -- and thereby falls off her ladder. She lands on her rump with a thump, but fairly quickly looks for where the light went.]

What...?

[inkdrops]

[And Miyabi, likewise, falls right out of the tree and land smack on her stomach. Thankfully, though, she recovers quickly - poncles are tough little sprites. Also mass distribution and whatnot. There's science behind it somewhere.]

Ah...ow. [She rubs her head where she smacked it on the ground, then leaps right up and gives a furious hop.] YOU! Did you fling me up into the air like that?! That's not nice at all for any kind of creature, even bug--which I'm not!

[blessingone]

[....................Wow, what the hell.

Fenimore raises her hands defensively, though, against the...what the heck is that?]

It was the mikan! I was just trying...to get a look...at you.... [She has just enough tact not to say "what are you?" She will just think it. ...It may show a bit on her face.]

[inkdrops]

[Oh, Miyabi understands. She's gotten flack from people in Nippon even, over how she looks and what she even is. It's usually excused when it's a small Oina child, because they don't know any better or haven't been taught about their neighboring poncles, but right now Miyabi's cranky. She grimaces and snort, looking off to the side and standing with her hands crossed. Gods...she's going to have to explain, isn't she?]

I'm a poncle. ...A forest sprite. I tend to the cherry blossom trees on the hill near here. [So no, she is not a new feather, before this girl asks.]

[blessingone]

[A forest sprite? Really? ...Well. The giant galf in the woods (who she doesn't know is gone yet) is apparently some kind of forest spirit herself, so. She's encountered stranger things. She does her best to not look skeptical and...mostly succeeds.]

Ah. I...didn't know. [...This is awkward.] Sorry. But this mightn't be the best place to take a nap today.

[inkdrops]

It's fine. [She says the words quickly, then sighs and droops her shoulders. No...no, she shouldn't be taking out her bad mood on this girl. It's just that she's tired, and cranky, and just came back from a kidnapping. It's not this girl's fault for that, and Miyabi shouldn't have even blamed her in the beginning. Gods, what is wrong with her?]

Eh...no, please, miss. I should apologize. That was impolite of me, to treat you with such disrespect. [She bows her head low, apologetically.] I've only just come back from being taken away by the Malnoso...I'm not in the best of moods, forgive me.

[mikangirl]

[Eventually Nami is alerted one way or the other that Miyabi has returned to her orchard, and...

...oh, she's sorry, Miyabi. But she comes to the row you're in to see if you're okay-- hopefully while you're not looking-- and then she walks away again. Rather quickly.]

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi had indeed been told she was back, and of the harvest, already busy at work despite her meager size. he's slice down the riper mikans from the branches with her sword, and carefully roll them into the baskets - it was hard work, but it was still going. Much of what the poncles harvested went like this, unless it was small foods like nuts, seeds, and little berries. She's used to it.

What she's not used to is seeing her friend avoid her like the Blight of Ryoshima. It's more the sound of rustling leaves that catches Miyabi's attention before she spots the woman walking off rather quickly and blinks, somewhat confused. Did Nami not see he? ...Probably. She can be, uh...h-hard to miss like this, sigh. Might as well go greet her.]

Nami! Nami, wait! [Miyabi leaps from branch to branch effortlessly, trying to follow after the redhead.]

[mikangirl]

[...ah. Seen. For a moment, she's tempted to pretend she can't hear Miyabi either, but that's... wrong. It's cowardly.

(So's running away in the first place. Haven't been doing that all week...)

She can't avoid Miyabi in the orchard without abandoning the trees anyway, so she slows. Maybe she can hope Miya already knows what happened. So she glances back with a weak smile.]

...you're back.

[inkdrops]

[It's hard for the little poncle to keep up even with her long, bounding leaps, but she comes closer once Nami stops, and blinks at the pitiful smile that's granted to her. Girl, please, you're not fooling anyone, especially your little sister.

Coming to an abrupt stop for a second or two, Miyabi furrows her brows and bounds her way up a mikan tree to get some height between her and Nami. No need for the woman to bed down or anything. Plus, maybe she can somehow hop onto her head or shoulder later, if she needs it. A hug is still a hug, even it's teeny, right?]

...Mm, that's right. I just arrived a little while ago. [Not quite so nicely, but not saying so.] Have I been away for long?

[mikangirl]

I'm...

[...not sure. What does that even say? Nami stares blankly at Miyabi for a moment, before she frowns and glances down at the ground.]

Too long. [Muttered.] I'm sorry. Are you okay?

[inkdrops]

[Oh, Nami... Miyabi tilts her head to one side with worry and hurries up the mikan trees and, once there, reaches out to get Nami's attention as well as a hand to stand on. At least until she had the choice of staying on the woman's head or shoulder.]

I'm fine. I was just a little sleepy at first, and hungry, but I had some mikan. [H-Hope that's okay... She only took one! And gave what she couldn't finish to a very appreciative squirrel. So nothing was wasted.] Are you okay, big sister?

[mikangirl]

I have some other food in the cottage if you want anything else. [She focuses more clearly on Miyabi and holds her hand out (though fair warning, her gloves are dirty). No injuries. Nothing weird about her personality so far. That's good.] And Sanji-kun will be happy to see you back, too. Though he's not here right now.

[That last question, she'll just ignore.]