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fandomhighdorms2008-05-02 09:02 am
intraspective) wrote in fandomhighdorms2008-05-02 09:02 am
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The Grounds near the Stables, Friday Really Early Morning through to Late Morning
In the end, Ino hadn’t slept at all. That was alright though, she’d be fine. The fact that she looked exhausted and was still in yesterday’s clothing didn’t much matter to her at the moment.
As an attempt to do something rather than nothing--and what a waste of a day yesterday had been!--Ino was out in her garden, having stopped by her room long enough to drop off the empty trays from yesterday (because she’d promised Liir that he could help with those and had to see if he still wanted to even though she’d ditched him yesterday). She’d grabbed several of the full seedling trays from her room and was now transplanting them. One tray, already, was done.
The sight of her plants--all hers, nobody else had touched these ever--sitting in the soil, looking fragile and, she imagined, startled by how much their world had grown. Being ripped from their own small individual homes and put into this bigger, more dangerous one. It was an accomplishment though.
“It’s a scary world,” Ino told her plants, as she started transplanting the next tray plant by plant, “really scary sometimes. There’ll be storms, and hail, and too much rain, or not enough of it. And when the weather gets cold, some of you will die but...”
Was it weird to be talking to her plants like they were people?
“...some of you will live. And flourish.”
I promise.
[Open.]
As an attempt to do something rather than nothing--and what a waste of a day yesterday had been!--Ino was out in her garden, having stopped by her room long enough to drop off the empty trays from yesterday (because she’d promised Liir that he could help with those and had to see if he still wanted to even though she’d ditched him yesterday). She’d grabbed several of the full seedling trays from her room and was now transplanting them. One tray, already, was done.
The sight of her plants--all hers, nobody else had touched these ever--sitting in the soil, looking fragile and, she imagined, startled by how much their world had grown. Being ripped from their own small individual homes and put into this bigger, more dangerous one. It was an accomplishment though.
“It’s a scary world,” Ino told her plants, as she started transplanting the next tray plant by plant, “really scary sometimes. There’ll be storms, and hail, and too much rain, or not enough of it. And when the weather gets cold, some of you will die but...”
Was it weird to be talking to her plants like they were people?
“...some of you will live. And flourish.”
I promise.
[Open.]
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Which is why he was surprised to hear someone talking, and more surprised to see that it was someone talking to plants. He waved.
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"I think," she said, talking to her plants still, "that you guys need the storms to grow properly. To grow strong. I wonder what you'd think of that, if you could answer back. Hm?"
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