Gardens, Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 02:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
There was a garden.
There was also a Cassidy who was working off some temper and irritation in said garden. It was a good thing that she had remembered to shield her hands while she was working because she had quite forgotten her gloves.
Said gloves were still in a drawer in her room since she had come right to the garden after her last class of the day.
It could be said that one red-headed witchling had worked herself into a bit of a temper. It was a temper she was using to help her work in the garden.
Mind the flying weeds.
[[OOC: Open garden; open post]]
There was also a Cassidy who was working off some temper and irritation in said garden. It was a good thing that she had remembered to shield her hands while she was working because she had quite forgotten her gloves.
Said gloves were still in a drawer in her room since she had come right to the garden after her last class of the day.
It could be said that one red-headed witchling had worked herself into a bit of a temper. It was a temper she was using to help her work in the garden.
Mind the flying weeds.
[[OOC: Open garden; open post]]