Earlier this morning ...
"No, no, no! You really don't get it, do you?" Seralee was quite flustered already, and getting more and more angry at Buc Shotz, who just stood there, grinning at her. "These rags here are dropping off me already, I need to wear my new outfit desperately, why don't you understand that my red harvesting outfit will not match with my perfect purple hair?" Buc looked back at Seralee, he tried to keep a straight face and pretend to understand what she was ranting about.....while actually glancing past her at Marikka getting changed into her Fyros hotpants.
"If only she would step out of the shadows of the stables, I could actually see better", he thought as he attempted to look back at Seralee. With one last try at concentration on the matter at hand, Buc then said: "Cool it, babes! Everything will be fine, I am sure you will get your favorite stylist here soon, and if not, we will just storm Fairhaven and bring him back for you. Not a problem at all!" Seralee sighed and knew that Buc was of course paying more attention to Marikka's now completely naked backside, and understandably so as she was quite pleased with the view herself.
But alas, work had to be finished, crafting to be mastered, fighters needing to be equipped, so turning away from Buc but still glancing at the curvy Matis, Seralee grabbed her favorite pick from her packer and was just about to turn to her Zinu crystal when she felt a quick slap on her own backside. She looked around to see Buc grinning at her again. "Go go go, babes! Dig me mats!", he said, looking all innocent and warmly at her.
"Better ask nicely, Buc, cause if you don't, the only thing I will dig for you, is gonna be a 6 feet deep hole in the ground behind the stable boys' outhouse!", Seralee said, grinning back at Buc. Pointing at Drezar, who was standing close by, also looking dreamily at the now totally naked Marikka, she said: "And HE will drop you in it for me!". Laughing at the puzzled look on Drezars face, not waiting for a reply, Seralee opened her crystal, selected her favorite destination and ventured out into the wild to dig whatever needed to be dug.
Bring Stylists to Marauder Camp!
"No, no, no! You really don't get it, do you?" Seralee was quite flustered already, and getting more and more angry at Buc Shotz, who just stood there, grinning at her. "These rags here are dropping off me already, I need to wear my new outfit desperately, why don't you understand that my red harvesting outfit will not match with my perfect purple hair?" Buc looked back at Seralee, he tried to keep a straight face and pretend to understand what she was ranting about.....while actually glancing past her at Marikka getting changed into her Fyros hotpants.
"If only she would step out of the shadows of the stables, I could actually see better", he thought as he attempted to look back at Seralee. With one last try at concentration on the matter at hand, Buc then said: "Cool it, babes! Everything will be fine, I am sure you will get your favorite stylist here soon, and if not, we will just storm Fairhaven and bring him back for you. Not a problem at all!" Seralee sighed and knew that Buc was of course paying more attention to Marikka's now completely naked backside, and understandably so as she was quite pleased with the view herself.
But alas, work had to be finished, crafting to be mastered, fighters needing to be equipped, so turning away from Buc but still glancing at the curvy Matis, Seralee grabbed her favorite pick from her packer and was just about to turn to her Zinu crystal when she felt a quick slap on her own backside. She looked around to see Buc grinning at her again. "Go go go, babes! Dig me mats!", he said, looking all innocent and warmly at her.
"Better ask nicely, Buc, cause if you don't, the only thing I will dig for you, is gonna be a 6 feet deep hole in the ground behind the stable boys' outhouse!", Seralee said, grinning back at Buc. Pointing at Drezar, who was standing close by, also looking dreamily at the now totally naked Marikka, she said: "And HE will drop you in it for me!". Laughing at the puzzled look on Drezars face, not waiting for a reply, Seralee opened her crystal, selected her favorite destination and ventured out into the wild to dig whatever needed to be dug.
Bring Stylists to Marauder Camp!
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Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.