The Garden, Monday Early Afternoon

[intraspective]

Karla had let her pick the place for where the healing was supposed to take place and, while her hotel room had the advantage of privacy, Zack wasn't the only one of them who wanted to be out amongst nature for as long as possible before heading back to Midgar.

So Ino had picked her old garden, the one that she'd planted ages ago, behind the stables.

She arrived early, making sure to get there before Karla did, and took her time wandering through the trees, eating a few chocolate cherries off the chocolate cherry tree and inspecting the pillow tree and the blanket tree (and thinking about that period of a few months, back then, that she and Zack had camped out here, since he couldn't bear to leave Angeal's sword in the locker) and all of the plants that she still considered hers in some way, despite the fact that it had been five years and counting since she'd seen them all.

They were still alive. Thriving, even.

Ino found that comforting.

[Expecting one, but totally open!]

Grounds, Late Monday Afternoon

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin didn't want to let this opportunity go. He used to sit out here fairly often with his banjo or guitar. And this weekend had him feeling very nostalgic indeed. So in the spirit of the weekend, he began to sing.

[Open of course. He'd love to jam, or take requests. Or just catch up and reminisce.]