Susan was surprised when the older men began to call to her, so much so that she stopped digging for a second to listen. When she heard what they were saying, she found herself smiling. They had an easy rapport with each other and they were bringing her into  it just like that, not actually getting mad at her for digging so much faster then them. With a laugh, she joined in their singing until the last hole was dug. Despite their complaints she did indeed far outpace then, her own youth and strength mixing well with the happy and furtive energy of her Sparky. He liked digging. Seemed to love it really.<br/><br/><span style="color: orange">Yaren soran soran<br/>
Soran soran soran, Hai hai!<br/>
Oki de kamome no naku koe kikeba<br/>
Funanori kagyo wa yamerarenu choi!</span><br/><br/>Her voice was not suited for singing, not normally. But when it mixed with the rest of theirs and became a small part of a much larger voice then it didn't really matter so much that she, and a few of the others, were a bit off key. Houndour even started howling in time with the song, pausing every once in a while to give a very loud note before going back to the smaller ones. Susan laughed at that too. And laughed even more when she looked up.<br/><br/>Stumpy was apparently getting straight to work. The lines he had been given were being hung with all the decorations on them. But rather then use the pieces they had been given to hang it, the Ghost pokemon was taking the chance to have a little fun. He made patterns where a person a ladder could have only made straight lines. He used his leech seed to hang more then several lines on a single post to help support these patterns. Each log that went into the ground help the pattern grow and the decorations become more intricately entwined.<br/><br/><span style="color: orange">"Hey, don't forget you're pulling them down when the festival is over!"</span>Susan called out, a smile on her face as the Phantump pretended to ignore her and this new fact. She looked down at the last pokeball on her hip and wished there was a way for her newest friend to join in. Fishy... She'd give him some extra attention tomorrow, before and after his training, to make up for it.<br/><br/>Her head shot up when she heard someone cry out, but when she looked up to the reason why she saw Stumpy now floating in the middle with a line in each hand. With a gesture, one line short toward one of the newest posts like a bullet, and the glowing white roots that made up his leech seed split around the post to hold it there. Another shot, this one toward the next pole on the other side, also perfectly aimed. The white faded from the roots, leaving simple greenery that added to the decoration, but still  they held up the lines. Susan felt pride in Stumpy at that moment. She was always telling him to take training more seriously, to look for opportunities to train, but she had never seen him actually try before. Then again, maybe he was just having fun. Either way, it gave Susan ideas too, idea's she'd use in place of the book knowledge she never got.<br/><br/>Susan, with a sigh, finished digging the last hole on her side with her houndour and then waved to the diggers. A large smile was on her face as she walked over to them, taking the time in between verses to say,<span style="color: orange">"Better hurry up or the ladies of the town will never let you live it down! A lone girl and her puppy beat all you hard working men!"</span><br/><br/>She laughed, playfully, and gave them all a wink before moving toward where Brollem was, who was going to be short handed until Eleyna returned.<span style="color: orange">"Hey there boss man, need a hand?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>