[Thread] He may be a warrior... prince... person...
Characters: OU Yao Ling, open~
Where: The Commons
When: Mid-afternoon
Summary: Ling is sitting on a bench, reading. Surprisingly, it actually isn't a book that propses to hold any secrets to obtaining immortality.
Warnings: Ling doesn't usually bring up any that I know of. Those who show up might though.
"Caring for Your Orchid Garden".
It was the title of the book that whoever had given out books had given Ling, and he figured that it would be quite rude to not at least look through it. This was what he was doing outside in the Commons today - it was too nice a day to not be outside, after all, and he wasn't quite sure where he should go even if he was particularly in the mood for sparring.
Besides, he liked orchids - his mother often wore them for special occasions at the palace, and when Ran Fan would escort Ling to these same special occasions, she would sometimes wear one in her hair as well. She looked quite beautiful like that.
Maybe I should ask the Indigeo for some seeds, he mused as his eyes glanced over some of the more technical descriptions of the methods of fertilization - the book had obviously been written for expert gardeners, using many terms that he didn't understand. He thought he'd seen a couple of patches where people had started gardens, after all...
Where: The Commons
When: Mid-afternoon
Summary: Ling is sitting on a bench, reading. Surprisingly, it actually isn't a book that propses to hold any secrets to obtaining immortality.
Warnings: Ling doesn't usually bring up any that I know of. Those who show up might though.
"Caring for Your Orchid Garden".
It was the title of the book that whoever had given out books had given Ling, and he figured that it would be quite rude to not at least look through it. This was what he was doing outside in the Commons today - it was too nice a day to not be outside, after all, and he wasn't quite sure where he should go even if he was particularly in the mood for sparring.
Besides, he liked orchids - his mother often wore them for special occasions at the palace, and when Ran Fan would escort Ling to these same special occasions, she would sometimes wear one in her hair as well. She looked quite beautiful like that.
Maybe I should ask the Indigeo for some seeds, he mused as his eyes glanced over some of the more technical descriptions of the methods of fertilization - the book had obviously been written for expert gardeners, using many terms that he didn't understand. He thought he'd seen a couple of patches where people had started gardens, after all...