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Yo.
Should have done this ages ago, but, whatever.
This journal is no longer part of Fandom High. Please defriend it. (and while you're at it, remove littleluck, because Dom hasn't been around for a year and a half).
I'd say it's been fun, but that'd be a lie.
ETA: Except for turning Beka the obnoxious Mary Sue into a hamster. That was awesome. -
Late night, garden
Moonlight and wind and rain and trees. Or maybe not trees. Zhaan was mostly content with sitting in the midst of her garden. She'd been spending most days on the roof which Batou was ignoring, as the entire idea of a Very Happy Plant disturbed him, only wandering through the shop to dust and build Lego Vipers occasionally ( Read more... ) -
Afternoon, garden
Having cleared the shop of most of the older herbs, Zhaan decided to spend the afternoon in the sun whether there was sun or not, making cuttings to dry. A few would be replanted to cultivate more plants ( Read more... ) -
Night, Garden behind Sanctity
Zhaan considered, briefly, bothering Batou and talking things over with him. But there was no point in crying on the man. If she did cry ( Read more... ) -
Late night, garden behind Sanctity
It seems she never comes here with any sort of peace in mind ( Read more... ) -
Very late night, Garden behind Sanctity
Zhaan was sitting perfectly still in the center of growing things. She could feel them, as if they were under her skin. Moving gently, shifting, sprouting. If she laid back, she felt as though they would grow through her ( Read more... ) -
Sanctity: lateish
"You're lonely," the girl said abruptly ( Read more... ) -
Late night: Garden
The moon had risen hours before, but there was still silvered light pouring down on the garden. Zhaan had taken advantage of it, sitting with her knees drawn up on one of the benches. Her eyes were distant as the plants settled down for the late night frost to come ( Read more... ) -
Evening, garden.
The air is crystal-clear, the shadows almost pristine in their edges. One of the small bushes suddenly decided it was spring and budded new leaves which are slowly folding up. The feel of growing things runs rampant for a split-second, then dissolves as her eyes flicker open ( Read more... ) -
Sanctity: Early morning.
Returning through the back garden, Zhaan felt a sense of peace. It had been a profitable expedition, this time. Although that request... She settled the thought elsewhere, determined to be serene. Besides, given the delicate colour tingeing the sky, morning would break and other worries would claim her thoughts ( Read more... )