[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200306/563a2fbced0e8fbd88fcb03879443ef7.png[/img][hr][sup]✸ [i]Aburand 1[/i] ✸[/sup]
[b]Location:[/b] Ragadel Ranch[hr][/center][i]This girl,[/i] Shamie thought, a bit fondly, listening to Val prattle about her morning. Of course she'd be the type to think showing up early was on time, and on time was late. That was something Shamie liked about her, though. She didn't bother telling the other girl to slow down, as that would be a lost cause. Besides, Val's peppy words served as a pretty good way to brighten up the day in it's early hours. So Shamie nodded along with her, acknowledging her story about the pompadours, and even managed to squeeze in, [color=F0E68C]"You're right about the feeding, may was well leave 'em Val - they were fine before us [i]civilized[/i] folks got here, they'll be fine after too."[/color] Which, of course, was something Shamie really believed. Being out here beyond the mountains was nice, compared to Wyverspoon there were so many more parts of nature one could see and interact with, but at the end of the day they [i]were[/i] wild animals. The sentiment might sound a bit disingenuous coming from a woman who owned a ranch whose purpose was to sell animals, but she had her reasons!

Val handed her a parchment, and Shamie was happy to trade it for the bundle of feed in her arms. She followed behind the girl as she got to work, reading along as Val went on about the note's contents. That's right, it was getting close to that time wasn't it? She stashed the parchment in her pocket and gave the younger elf a hand, preferring to work while she chatted.

[color=F0E68C]"That would be fun,"[/color] she agreed easily, a grin forming on her face as ideas did the same in her head. [color=F0E68C]"Have you ever participated before? In the star celebration, I mean. Humans can throw pretty crazy parties. In Wyverspoon they'd stick little stars all over the place before Briethe was even over."[/color]

The thought of little humans pulling their friends, fellow humans and non-humans alike, through the streets with sparkling wands only to be playfully admonished by their mothers saying [i]the celebration is next week![/i] had Shamie chuckling to herself, and she cleared the memory away with a shake of her head, her curly hair bouncing as she did so. Now, the older elf hadn't missed Val's use of 'we' and 'family.' With all the work that had to be done getting the ranch set up when she'd first arrived, Shamie hadn't really asked much of the girl besides [i]'do you mind getting dirty? No? Well can you use a pitchfork?'[/i] A town celebration would be a good excuse to get to know her best - and coincidentally, only - employee better. Not to mention the other townsfolk too. Shamie hadn't been doing a lot of socializing besides stopping into the tavern every now and then. 

After the stables were metaphorically sparkling, Shamie thrust her pitchfork into the dirt and leaned against it, arms crossed over the top of it and smile pointed Val's way.

[color=F0E68C]"That is an [i]excellent[/i] idea my dear. Been a while since I... well, done anything but look after the ranch. Not that I mind,"[/color] she laughed, [color=F0E68C]"Celebration is on the third, right? I don't mind if you take that day off too, get some real festival experience."[/color]

Two days without help wouldn't kill hurt much, plus she could double check everything extra early and have her own fun too.