Ty has done a lot of work on getting their house ready, but Ashley isn't willing to let him be the only one making sure they're ready and set for the upcoming winter that some warn her can be bad.
So with the windows open, and still in her modified scrub top cut into more of a crop top and a pair of leggings she scrounged from the Inn, she sets to work with a few things they've discussed.
Clearing a space on the side of the house for a garden come spring, working on ideas for a pen in the backyard so they can bring in those cute ass purple llamas, and she's thinking maybe a kirin because it's a unicorn, dammit! But for now it's working the land, and working on cutting down some of the logs they've gathered for fire wood, and doing her best to try and get things finished around the house so they have a home.
It's in the process of working all of that she notices someone else heading into the house across the lane. A woman raised to be both wary of the unknown as well as accepting of those that are different.
Brushing stray hairs back from her brow, Ashley heads across the street and up onto the porch, tapping on the door frame.
"Knock knock," she says in time with her own knocking. "Hi. Neighbor visiting," she calls, making a face. "Or however social things happen between people in the suburbs. I have no clue."
House Hunting
So with the windows open, and still in her modified scrub top cut into more of a crop top and a pair of leggings she scrounged from the Inn, she sets to work with a few things they've discussed.
Clearing a space on the side of the house for a garden come spring, working on ideas for a pen in the backyard so they can bring in those cute ass purple llamas, and she's thinking maybe a kirin because it's a unicorn, dammit! But for now it's working the land, and working on cutting down some of the logs they've gathered for fire wood, and doing her best to try and get things finished around the house so they have a home.
It's in the process of working all of that she notices someone else heading into the house across the lane. A woman raised to be both wary of the unknown as well as accepting of those that are different.
Brushing stray hairs back from her brow, Ashley heads across the street and up onto the porch, tapping on the door frame.
"Knock knock," she says in time with her own knocking. "Hi. Neighbor visiting," she calls, making a face. "Or however social things happen between people in the suburbs. I have no clue."