The man who arrives next is so very obviously a warrior from his posture to his uniform to the topknot of his rank and the sword at his side. Perhaps that's why it's so strange that his attention focuses on the flower.
"Yes." This man is made of utter self-assurance as he steps slowly towards Saffir, then lowers himself to examine the flower.
"This soil is already inhospitable." He only needs to see the color and texture to know that as he lets a handful of the soil slip through his gloved fingers. "You will need even more water, and you will need to find a way to add the right nutrients."
"There isn't enough of that here," Saphir pointed out, politely, but with a certain edge. What kind of person talked about things like that for plants when there was hardly enough around for people?
The kind who lived and died on the sacred chosen planet Earth. But he frowns, glancing to the side in thought. A desert? Some spot of Earth still ruined but which humans are trying to reclaim?
"No," he refutes Saffir's claim, looking back at the boy directly. "You would have to work diligently."
"There isn't enough for the people here, I can't use it on a plant." The boy folded his arms over his chest, silently brooding. "Nemesis needs all it has for the people. Everyone knows that."
He's been holding it carefully and somewhat out of sight, but Kunzite was brought here while winterizing his garden and he carries a potted flower as a result. He brings this into plain sight now, in full and astoundingly healthy bloom.
"Look at the soil," he instructs Saffir. "Darker. Damp. This is what you will need."
Trying to explain this was useless to the man. The boy scowled slightly, but the sight of the beautiful blossom is enough to steal the breath from his lungs. He'd never seen something so... alive.
"This plant is from my garden. The soil and water are kept meticulously." As if it's that simple. To him, it is. He provides the flowers with their needs and in return, they bloom vibrant and healthy for him.
"Do yours not bloom?" He wouldn't ask, he'd assume the example in front of him is an exception, except for that reaction.
Oh, of course he'd noticed it, that Nemesis has nothing like the abundant greenery he once loved. But the concept is equally foreign to him as a garden is to Saffir.
"Very well, let it remain here." He holds the pot and its precious contents out to Saffir, with the firm expectation that the boy will take it. He's not a sentimental man, and they've only just met. This is probably just so that flowers will start to be seen here.
Saphir nodded, reaching out and grasping the pot with careful hands, cradling it to his chest. He'd never been given any sort of... gift before, and while the man was a stranger he was greatful for his kindness.
"It lacks water," he says bluntly.
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Saphir glances up at the warrior - instantly on edge as he notes the unfamiliar armor and presence.
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"This soil is already inhospitable." He only needs to see the color and texture to know that as he lets a handful of the soil slip through his gloved fingers. "You will need even more water, and you will need to find a way to add the right nutrients."
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"No," he refutes Saffir's claim, looking back at the boy directly. "You would have to work diligently."
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"Look at the soil," he instructs Saffir. "Darker. Damp. This is what you will need."
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"How did you do that?"
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"Do yours not bloom?" He wouldn't ask, he'd assume the example in front of him is an exception, except for that reaction.
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"This is the first flower I've ever seen." A pause. "Well, that was."
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Oh, of course he'd noticed it, that Nemesis has nothing like the abundant greenery he once loved. But the concept is equally foreign to him as a garden is to Saffir.
"Very well, let it remain here." He holds the pot and its precious contents out to Saffir, with the firm expectation that the boy will take it. He's not a sentimental man, and they've only just met. This is probably just so that flowers will start to be seen here.
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"Thank you!"
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"Another flower could grow there as well," he tells the boy. "But no more. It wouldn't be large enough."
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