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[unto_death]

[When Botta is upset, he's found it comforting to hang around the Plane's forest. And this has been an upsetting week. First the incident at Iselia Temple - which, if he must be honest, he doesn't entirely regret: especially after learning some details of the future from Emil, he hadn't really intended to go through with killing the Chosen. But

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[dritte_tochter]

[did someone say garden? because here's a gardener. a very tsundere gardener]

No no no, you have to be more delicate, desu!

[it doesn't matter how skilled he is, she's going to assume he's horrible until she talks to him]

[unto_death]

[Ordinarily, Botta is a very patient man, tolerant of others' quirks and irritating tendencies. But he's had a bad day or two, so this slight against his skills makes his brow furrow in annoyance.]

I haven't done them any harm. These flowers grow near where I lived as a child - I do know what I'm doing.

[dritte_tochter]

[she doesn't trust him ; ;]

No? Most humans don't know how to treat plants at all. You don't look any different, desu.

[unto_death]

Perhaps you could make allowances, then, for my not being human. [In case the pointed ears didn't give it away.]

[dritte_tochter]

You aren't? What are you, then?

[unto_death]

[His first instinct, the first instinct of any half-elf facing such a direct question, is a wild impulse to lie. Claim to be an elf, claim he was kidding and is really human after all. Anything but the truth, which will only bring trouble.

But he's never been ashamed of his race, and no one here cares what he is, even the people from his own world. Reason pushes the impulse aside.]

I'm a half-elf.

[dritte_tochter]

[Suiseiseki doesn't really know what an elf is and she tilts her head, curious] Mmm? And what's a half-elf, desu?