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Who: Prydain, Yorda and Giovanni
Where: The Greenhouse - Gohl
When: Sunday afternoon, during the blizzard
Rating: PG at the very worst?
Summary: Prydain and Yorda go home with an assassin.
the log:
Yorda was reluctant to leave, but she knew a losing battle when she saw one. Thin cracks were appearing on the glass of the greenhouse that not even her wonderful roll of duct-tape could save now.
The plants had been carefully moved. The latest generation of Discedo trees and the one huge apple tree would remain, but they'd already been left to their own schedule for the winter. Pots, buckets, troughs full of fertile soil and sleeping seeds had been quickly moved downstairs. Yorda was taking the fig tree with her though, wrapped carefully in part of a dirty sheet. The other part of the sheet was wrapped around the strange sword from her world which she carried across her back.
She was quiet, staring around the empty greenhouse. She remembered it only ever being this clear when Edward and his brother had first made it. Now she had to abandon it.
In her head, she knew it was the right thing to do. If she didn't leave, she and Prydain would be killed by the snow and broken glass, and the plants would die of shock to the sudden exposure. The school would be cold, but the plants could survive that.
She looked to Prydain in the gray light of the greenhouse, and gave a small nod, picking up the fig tree.
"Il se."
Where: The Greenhouse - Gohl
When: Sunday afternoon, during the blizzard
Rating: PG at the very worst?
Summary: Prydain and Yorda go home with an assassin.
the log:
Yorda was reluctant to leave, but she knew a losing battle when she saw one. Thin cracks were appearing on the glass of the greenhouse that not even her wonderful roll of duct-tape could save now.
The plants had been carefully moved. The latest generation of Discedo trees and the one huge apple tree would remain, but they'd already been left to their own schedule for the winter. Pots, buckets, troughs full of fertile soil and sleeping seeds had been quickly moved downstairs. Yorda was taking the fig tree with her though, wrapped carefully in part of a dirty sheet. The other part of the sheet was wrapped around the strange sword from her world which she carried across her back.
She was quiet, staring around the empty greenhouse. She remembered it only ever being this clear when Edward and his brother had first made it. Now she had to abandon it.
In her head, she knew it was the right thing to do. If she didn't leave, she and Prydain would be killed by the snow and broken glass, and the plants would die of shock to the sudden exposure. The school would be cold, but the plants could survive that.
She looked to Prydain in the gray light of the greenhouse, and gave a small nod, picking up the fig tree.
"Il se."