A rocky path - with westfallcorndog

[heirtothedragonsfire]

Despite the Archon's reputation for being fierce and unyielding, he and his wife had always taught Isidor that a person should always listen, that they should always know when to act and when to be still. More importantly, he spoke of how humility was a better guide than pride. Although not many would have heard him say it, or guessed he ever would, Isidor had and she remembered it vividly as she walked to Naugus' tower. It was not an easy walk. She was going to the Weatherhills to do something she had little experience with and took no joy in: She was here to admit she was wrong.

As per usual, she is dressed immaculately in a business dress and heels, a choice that ensures she won't have to glare up at Lawrence if he appears, but also means she has to stick to the path. Her reluctance isn't easy to spot with the way she strides into the area the Weatherhills have so expertly transformed. Once she arrives, she scans the area for a familiar face. "Hello?"

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[westfallcorndog]

As it was the last time Isidor arrived Tamminy is hard at work at the large table while the humans are scattered about the yard, busy working and paying no mind to the arrival of any unexpected guests. The first one to greet her isn't human at all but a stout, long-haired little pig creature that comes scuttling up to her at top speed, grunting excitedly all the way. Its little pink snout sniffs and snuffles at her legs and fancy shoes, though it seems to have enough intelligence to know not to get a clean stranger dirty.

When it's through examining her it twists around with an excited hop and peels off, grunting, squealing, and between breaths making a shrill little cry to catch someone's attention. The human it runs directly to is Mrs. Weatherhill, who had been tending to tall tomato plants growing in rows in one of the garden. It points toward Isidor with its nose and Mrs. Weatherhill pays it for its trouble with a small tomato, which it gulps down greedily.

She removes her gloves and tucks them into her apron as she hurries to greet their guest, all cheer and smiles. "Isidor!" she says happily. "Oh, sweetie, you're looking lovely today. I'd hug you, but I'm all covered in dirt. Is there something I can do for you?"