Tuesday Morning | The Gardens
Cassidy had made her way up to the gardens again. It didn't matter to her that it was already starting to get warm and sticky out. The land needed love no matter how you may or may not feel.
She had dressed in another borrowed pair of trousers her brother didn't know he had lent to her and a mostly short-sleeved blouse. (Someone might need to take this girl shopping at some point.) She was careful to put cream on her arms and face so that she didn't get a horrible sunburn. She learned a long time ago how much sunburns could hurt and how she was prone to them with her fair skin and red hair and freckles.
She managed to get her unruly hair tamed (in a way) into a thick braid down her back and then set off to work among the plants. There were gardening implements nearby, but for now, she preferred to work with her hands. After putting shields around both of her hands to protect from the dirt and the plants, she put a light shield around herself and started happily moving about the dirt and plants.
[[OOC: Oh so very open.]]
She had dressed in another borrowed pair of trousers her brother didn't know he had lent to her and a mostly short-sleeved blouse. (Someone might need to take this girl shopping at some point.) She was careful to put cream on her arms and face so that she didn't get a horrible sunburn. She learned a long time ago how much sunburns could hurt and how she was prone to them with her fair skin and red hair and freckles.
She managed to get her unruly hair tamed (in a way) into a thick braid down her back and then set off to work among the plants. There were gardening implements nearby, but for now, she preferred to work with her hands. After putting shields around both of her hands to protect from the dirt and the plants, she put a light shield around herself and started happily moving about the dirt and plants.
[[OOC: Oh so very open.]]