WP47: Snail Fruit!

After Bug Camp was over, Lavandre returned to a more normal routine of spending her time with her friends. The season began to change and the harvest time came around. Fruits and vegetables were stacked high in the markets and Lavandre found herself with an odd craving for lots of the sweet plants. She began to eat everything she could get her claws on and started to gain extra weight. It had gotten to the point where her extra tub had become noticeable, but no-one dared make a comment. They were not prepared to face the wrath of an angry Lavandre.

It was a busy day, and there was nothing out of the ordinary happening, nor did it seem like they were going to happen. Aires was spending a little more time in Wynsiph after Bug Camp before he headed out on another adventure. He was by the Nook with his friends Lavandre and Jirra, discussing the events of Bug Camp. Or at least, Aires and Lavandre were discussing it. Jirra, poor thing, wanted nothing else but to forget the events of the past month had ever happened. Aires’ hopes to convince the small tan wyngling that bugs weren’t as bad as he thought they were had failed miserably around the time a gnaw tried to take a chunk out of little Jirra’s ear.

“-ugly orange colour,” Lavandre said to the other two. Aires smiled slightly at her stubbornness. Jirra piped up.

“If you’d worn the suit, the zings wouldn’t have gotten you.”

“I’d rather be gotten by a hundred zings than be seen wearing those foul garments!” Lavandre exclaimed. During Bug Camp, the teams had been sent to gather fallen fruit to rid the area of zings, and had been provided with special protective suits. Lavandre, however, thought they were a disgusting colour and a crime against all decent clothing, so had refused to wear one. It was a choice she lived to regret after she was chased by a swarm of zings, but she still stood by her belief that the suits were evil.

Aires chuckled and stood up. “I’m going to head to the market to grab some supplies before I leave again. Do either of you want to come with me?” Jirra shook his head. The markets were bustling at this time of year and he wasn’t a huge fan of large crowds at all.

“No thank you. I’m quite alright here,” he said. Lavandre stood up.

“I’ll come!” She grinned, and so the pair said their goodbyes to Jirra and headed away from the Nook towards the centre of the town of Wynsiph where the markets were.

The markets, just as expected, were bursting with life. Traders offered fruits, vegetables, herbs, meats at the food stalls, but Aires and Lavandre headed straight past them to the stalls that sold other things that were more useful on a bug-hunting adventure, ropes and nets and blankets. Aires wouldn’t get any food supplies until the day before he left so it wouldn’t go rotten.

After buying a sackful of goods, the two headed back through the market together. "How long will you be going for this time?" Lavandre asked, glancing up at Aires but being mindful of where she was going. She was only a small wyngling amongst many much larger Wyngrew.

"I can't say. Whenever my supplies run out." Aires replied. A loud voice of a fruit seller called out over the crowd. 'Fresh fruit, get your fresh fruits here!'

"I'll miss you," Lavandre said quietly. She'd gotten quite used to having her adult friend around over the course of Bug Camp and it would be weird him not being there again. Aires smiled.

"I'll miss you too, Lav," he said. The fruit merchant called out again. 'Fresh fruit, get your fresh fruits here!' Aires paused. "Hey, wait here a second." He slipped off in the direction of the fruit stall, soon returning with two rather large snail fruits. He handed the smaller one to his friend.

"Thank you!" Lavandre said, greedily tucking into the treat. Snail fruit was a favourite of hers. Aires simply smiled as he watched his friend enjoy her snack and began to munch on his own.
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Lav likes snail fruit. And she's getting fat. I wonder why? Experimenting with a new style. The way I draw her will change radically soon. 
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6/52 
(One fullbody, story, weekly prompt)

Jirra (c) ProfessionalOwl
Aires (c) Blue-Rainfall
Lavandre (c) Brynnerz