Let it grow, let it grow

[heal_theworld]

Who: Martel and you!
What: Planting flowers in the garden.
When: Today!
Where: Outside in the garden
Rating: ...T, just to be safe?


Martel was out in the garden on her down time, and for once she wasn't playing her panpipes. No, she had decided the garden needed some more flowers. And not just any flowers. The fandalia flowers she had gotten from home for Christmas had flourished in her room, and were growing out of their large pot. So Martel had taken it upon her to take a good portion of them out to the courtyard and into the garden. She intended to plant them by the truffula tree, and hopefully they would grow around it into a field of white fandalia flowers. She had also brought her Oddish out, who was currently pretending to be a plant in the corner. Every so often it moved and made a noise, but otherwise it stood silent, soaking up the rays of the sun.

She had just dug a small hole, and was placing a few of the flowers into the hole, covering it up with dirt. Then she stood up, looking around and spoke mostly to herself:

"I suppose I can spread them out a bit, to make sure they do grow."

[ooc: Open to prose or actionspam!]

Comments

[theabjectauthor]

"Forever? Hardly, it would only be a matter of a few hours ... but you're right. Many hands do make light work, as the colloquialism goes. Perhaps there are some members of the V.F.D who would be willing to help me."

[heal_theworld]

"It also gives you an extra set of eyes, just in case you've missed something."

[theabjectauthor]

"Indeed." He steps back to give her room to work - and, amusingly enough, to be her own extra pair of eyes, quietly pointing out a spot she missed in the watering.

"Do you have any plans for the afternoon, once you've finished your gardening?"

[heal_theworld]

"Thank you..." She says in response to that, covering the spot she missed with the watering can.

"No, I don't. Did you have something in mind, Lemony?"

[theabjectauthor]

"Certainly nothing specific," he admitted, "but it has been quite a while since we last spoke privately. I thought perhaps we might bring each other up to date on our respective current events."

[heal_theworld]

Martel smiles at that. "All right! We can go get some tea as well and catch up. As soon as I finish planting these last few flowers."

[theabjectauthor]

"Very well...." He pauses, taking a moment to enjoy the garden around them. "Will you require time to go and freshen up after your gardening?"

[heal_theworld]

"Probably, yes. Unless you'd like to go to tea with me all dirt."

[theabjectauthor]

"I wouldn't dare presume to put you in such an awkward position," he replies, vaguely horrified at the thought of possessing such terrible manners. Inwardly, he dreads the day the castle inflicts such behavior on him involuntarily - he's seen the changes it makes to other people, and knows it's quite likely and rather inevitable. It doesn't do to dwell on it before it's even happened, though, and he quickly pushes it to the back of his mind.

"How much time would you like to prepare? I'll leave it to you to decide when we meet."

[heal_theworld]

"Oh, I won't take that long. Twenty minutes, half an hour at most."

[theabjectauthor]

With a polite nod, he smiled and tipped his hat. "Then I will wait patiently in the lobby, and see you shortly.". He had no trouble waiting however long she might need to finish before going to clean up... Watching passersby was a favorite pastime, and he still had his book, after all.