OOM: Garden
There is a tiny plot of earth near the edge of the woods leased from Bernard, currently nurturing a selection of experiments -- flowers of Ellie's, plants meant to prepare and loosen the earth for its future tennants, a checkerboard of landscapes in miniature, some tidy and clipped, some overrun with what appears to be contained weed cultures.
Oddsbuckets, the lot of them. This is not ordinary garden. But at least, mainly due to the dear Eilinel, it looks to the average passer-by like something resembling a plot of land with seperations as if for vegetables, some holding flowers, some apparently not yet tilled.
Little would they know the sea-blue purple grasses and wild gorse creeping about the forest's toes are more than just a case of lazy weeding.
Today, Gorlim is coming to commune with the worms or... something. He loves being outdoors, and likes knowing there is a piece, however tiny, that is his, and would someday give seen to his daughter's legacy.
He is surprised, therefor, to see a cascade of orange hair over the tops of the thistles. It slows his step, and gives him pause.
He knows only one girl with hair like that...
Oddsbuckets, the lot of them. This is not ordinary garden. But at least, mainly due to the dear Eilinel, it looks to the average passer-by like something resembling a plot of land with seperations as if for vegetables, some holding flowers, some apparently not yet tilled.
Little would they know the sea-blue purple grasses and wild gorse creeping about the forest's toes are more than just a case of lazy weeding.
Today, Gorlim is coming to commune with the worms or... something. He loves being outdoors, and likes knowing there is a piece, however tiny, that is his, and would someday give seen to his daughter's legacy.
He is surprised, therefor, to see a cascade of orange hair over the tops of the thistles. It slows his step, and gives him pause.
He knows only one girl with hair like that...