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Better Homes & Gardens
Who: Gobbet (
ratsinadaze) and Muffet (
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What: Adventures in gardening.
When: 11/10
Where: Islet 1, Shack 1
Warnings: Obligatory aracnophobia warning. Otherwise strong language/none.
[It's a lovely day. Sunny, warm but not hot. Nothing like the perpetual icy-wet sheen that covered the dark streets of the Heoi Waterfront.]
[Gobbet sits just outside of her shack, squinting to read the isntructions on the little packet of seeds the Storyteller had given her. The packet only lists the type of seeds contained, the harvest time, and the best time to plant them. How to care for them, how to plant them properly - that information is unfortunately absent.]
Fuck, I should have though this through.
[She mutters the words under her breath, leaning her head back against the wall. The ork squeezes her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. This whole thing had been such a mess. From the moment she arrived on Enso, disaster had followed her to every corner of the mysterious island. Between the monkeys and the crystal caves and actually, literally dying, this small misfortune of not knowing how to use the gifts she asked for was...heavier, than it would have been otherwise.]
Just, dig a hole and drop in a seed, right? How hard can it be to plant a freaking potato?
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What: Adventures in gardening.
When: 11/10
Where: Islet 1, Shack 1
Warnings: Obligatory aracnophobia warning. Otherwise strong language/none.
[It's a lovely day. Sunny, warm but not hot. Nothing like the perpetual icy-wet sheen that covered the dark streets of the Heoi Waterfront.]
[Gobbet sits just outside of her shack, squinting to read the isntructions on the little packet of seeds the Storyteller had given her. The packet only lists the type of seeds contained, the harvest time, and the best time to plant them. How to care for them, how to plant them properly - that information is unfortunately absent.]
Fuck, I should have though this through.
[She mutters the words under her breath, leaning her head back against the wall. The ork squeezes her eyes shut, pinching the bridge of her nose. This whole thing had been such a mess. From the moment she arrived on Enso, disaster had followed her to every corner of the mysterious island. Between the monkeys and the crystal caves and actually, literally dying, this small misfortune of not knowing how to use the gifts she asked for was...heavier, than it would have been otherwise.]
Just, dig a hole and drop in a seed, right? How hard can it be to plant a freaking potato?
Sure!
[Okay, she was worried because she's never grown a thing in her life and her world only serves fresh food to the rich and/or powerful, so the prospect of reaping the rewards of a garden seemed...unlikely at best.]
[But here she was. And here were her potatoes and carrots. And in a few months, there would be soup and baked potatoes to go around.]
Real talk, thanks for your help. There's more to it than I thought, but less than I was afraid of, if that makes sense.
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I think it does, yes- you know that there's work involved, but you now also know it's work you're capable of.