[ congrats, mordalion, you've caught the person that was doing the dedication plants for the deceased.
hulkenberg is on her knees with her feet folded under her, hair pulled back in a ponytail as she works with planting some seeds and tending to them. next to her is a pen and those little plant tags that you stick in the dirt to identify what you've planted, but they all have names on them instead of what the future growths will be.
she pauses when she realises someone is there, sort of freezing. there's a smear of dirt on her cheek. ]
... good morning. [ a bit sheepish? ] I was not aware anyone else would already have made it out here, though perhaps I should have known you would be one of the first...
[ and you've caught who rebalded the flowers this morning. there are about half of that half bundled in mordalion's arms - ones that can propagate with careful care. he's as quiet as ever, but he also hadn't expected anyone else to be out here so quickly.
after a moment's hesitation, he'll crouch down next to her. ]
Good morning. [ not sheepish in the slightest, despite his stolen goods. ] What are you planting?
does not at all surprise her, seeing that, and she snorts a bit. the slightest ounce humour after everything of the past week. ]
... attempting to plant some flowers for those we've lost, but I'm afraid 'tis not something I am adept at. I'm doing it based off of watching His Highness tend plants on the gauntlet runner.
Mm. He dabbles, with small planters available to us. Journeys to new places on the gauntlet runner can take a few days, so he finds what he can to entertain himself - and the herbs he grew were very helpful.
[ she watches him scrutinise her work, dusting the borrowed gloves of dirt as he does. ]
That's good news, at least. I was worried I had horribly mucked it up. But... I would be grateful, if you would want to.
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wk 2; monday
hulkenberg is on her knees with her feet folded under her, hair pulled back in a ponytail as she works with planting some seeds and tending to them. next to her is a pen and those little plant tags that you stick in the dirt to identify what you've planted, but they all have names on them instead of what the future growths will be.
she pauses when she realises someone is there, sort of freezing. there's a smear of dirt on her cheek. ]
... good morning. [ a bit sheepish? ] I was not aware anyone else would already have made it out here, though perhaps I should have known you would be one of the first...
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after a moment's hesitation, he'll crouch down next to her. ]
Good morning. [ not sheepish in the slightest, despite his stolen goods. ] What are you planting?
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does not at all surprise her, seeing that, and she snorts a bit. the slightest ounce humour after everything of the past week. ]
... attempting to plant some flowers for those we've lost, but I'm afraid 'tis not something I am adept at. I'm doing it based off of watching His Highness tend plants on the gauntlet runner.
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[ crouching down beside her, setting the stolen flora down carefully next to him. surveys her work with a critical eye ]
I've seen worse, for someone unpracticed. I could teach you how to do it better, though.
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[ she watches him scrutinise her work, dusting the borrowed gloves of dirt as he does. ]
That's good news, at least. I was worried I had horribly mucked it up. But... I would be grateful, if you would want to.
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[ already pulling a pair of gloves from his own pocket and neatening up some of the beds a bit. ]
You'd have to be impressively incompetent to mess up this stage. You're overthinking it.
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Very much so. To have a few extra in our pockets often saved us from sudden trouble, in more isolated places.
[ but she watches him attentively, ears perking just slightly while he tidies up after her. ]
'Tis something I have been told often, which I doubt is much a surprise.
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It's not a surprise, no. But you'll learn quickly that overworking a garden can be the quickest way to kill it.