Logs:Unlikely Gardener
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| RL Date: 9 January, 2014 |
| Who: Barnabas, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones has his nap interrupted, Edyis gets lessons in herbology. |
| Where: Greenhouse |
| When: Day 3, Month 10, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A lovely, cloudless sky offers warm sunshine during the day, though the weather turns distinctly chilly after dark. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Best Gardener EVER! |
| >Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr(#2203RJ) A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. The morning sun streams through the panes of weathered glass, filtering the light over the various plants in strange patterns and dapples as Edyis pokes her way through the vegetation, heading for a section with mostly medicinal herbs, with sketch journal and a volume on herbs under arm and a few charcoal smudges on her face. She finds a spot presumably empty and begins poking and prodding at the plants, observing the shapes of the leaves and other details, making notes to the journal from time to time, utterly absorbed in the work.
Dark charcoal rakes against the paper of her journal, the startled aftermath of the thump and sound no doubt. Dark-eyes lift from paper to the direction of the sound, and a disgruntled (and possibly unladylike) sound of irritation is released when she notes the line out of place amid careful blocks of precise text and illustration. To continue the work quietly, seems out of the question now, so instead, she sets the book down, place held by the offending chair stick. "Is someone there?" Soft soprano drifts through the muggy air, drenched with uncertainty. She does stand, but it may be hard to see him from where she is in the greenhouse. Bones takes his sweet time answering the delicately voiced question, rubbing the back of his head and looking up at his legs which were perched above him on the sackbed he'd just fell from. "Nope, nobody here!" His grungy voice seemed to cut right through the misty air where hers floated gently opon it. "Just your... nnf." Another short grunt that interrupts his sentence as he pushes himself up to his feet and starts slapping away the dirt from his vest and pants. "Just your imagination sweetheart!" He was a good fifteen or twenty feet from her, but even at that distance his size is clear. "Can I help ya?" She blinks, "If that is the case I have a rather large and possibly overactive imagination don't you think?" Perhaps a dry attempt at humor, she wipes the char from her hands onto her apron off reflexively, and waves an arm at the greenhouse. "Practical application of study, I was just working on my plant sketches." She explains, tilting her head. "Well do you know anything about medicinal herbs?" Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Bones takes slow steps towards her, using his knowledge of the layout to avoid bumping into anything along the way. "If I'm the craziest shit you can think up, then you need to start gettin' out for more than uhh..." he takes his fingers from his face and instead rubs them in against his scalp, scratching as he openly looks her up and down. "... practical application of study. Ha! Yeah, I know herbs. You want 'em for anythin' more'n drawin'?" There's a short pause as he follows her eyes down to his tattoos, left plain to see thanks to his opened vest. But finding the same ink he's used to there, he looks back up to her face and picks up on the conversation. "Well I don't keep the stuff that'll kill you right where folk can just walk up to it. That'd be kinda 'fuckin stupid. Even for me." He looks down at the plant she was sketching with a grin, but the smile falters immediately as he notices a misplaced sickle nearby. The rusty and menacing thing is picked up and quickly slipped through a belt loop on his pants, left to temporarily rest on his hip. "That's just some redmint. More decoration than anything, but some people cook with the stuff." It may be the first time she's seen a tattoo, which may be why her eyes are hesitant to draw away from the ink, well that and to look him in the face at close distance may require some craning of the neck. She looks to the plant and frowns. "I thought it was redwort." A flush of blush to her cheeks, and a puff of air released from her lungs. "Clearly I need more help than I previously thought." Lips pursed, "I don't suppose you'd mind pointing me in the right direction Mr. - " She draws a blank. Bones takes a big yawn that thankfully doesn't cooincide with her speaking. Her admission of wrongly identifying the plant however doesn't at all interfere with more scratching, this time with his fingernails at his bare belly. "Redwort kinda looks the same. Y'can tell the difference because Redwort has thicker branches even when it's small like this. S'because Redwort gets fuckin' huge if you let it." A grin forms as he assess her situation, big white teeth out and open. "Are you gettin' embarassed about not knowin' your plants? Ha! Are you one of them there uhhh... perfectionist types?" He's already turning in place and waving at her to follow him as he answers the question she didn't quite ask. "Bones. Call me Bones. And none of that mister bullshit. Just Bones." Edyis opens her mouth and then shuts it, taking to falling in step behind Bones. "I don't know If perfectionist is quite the phrase I would use, I just like being accurate." So maybe he pegged her right from the get go. Still she's willing to learn from the way she snatches the book, and starts writing down the things he points out about the differences. "Thicker branches, and they grow larger, anything specific about keeping them?" She asks trotting behind like a canine pup learning to hunt. "Well met, I'm Edyis." "Accurate. Right." Not entirely buying it, but not exactly calling her out either. The trip through the greenhouse is a short one, the tall man ocasionally needing to push aside a hanging plant from the rafters to get it out of his eyeline. "Uhh, well. Keepin' Redwort..." Was there anything specific? He has to stop and check his still groggy memory bank. "Not really. It grows like a motherfucker, so just give it plenty of space. Otherwise it'll suck all of the water and- ah, here we go." A very similar looking plant sits on a table at the back, in a much smaller pot, but amongst a wide variety of other plants. "Bam, Redwort. If y'still got some of your black shit left, y'could sketch up some of this. But honestly? It's a boring as shit. Wouldn't y'prefer to draw up some nice flowers or... I'unno, one of them dangling ivys we got near the front?" Edyis shrugs, "Maybe later, but for right now this is what I'm studying and what I need to memorize. When I've got the medicinals down, I can probably take the time to try other things." There's a sigh, and a smile, "Thank you for pointing me in the right direction. Are you always in here? I don't intend to interrupt your sleep again, but it's nice being able to check with someone who knows what they are looking at." Giving a shrug of his shoulders at the girls' demand for the less asthetically pleasing plants. "Hey, whatever floats your boat kid. Knock yourself out." He makes his way to a differant nearby table, one for tools. The sickle is pulled from his beltloop and the sharp end is thrust down into the wood. It stays stuck where he leaves it, and he dusts his hands off as he turns back towards her. "Uhhh, If I ain't in here, I'm at the Snowasis or in Zee's..." he pauses to clarify. "In Weyrwoman Azaylia's weyr. If y'got plant questions, suppose I'm your dude. But uhhh, speakin' of the Snowasis? There's a hot cuppa klah with my name on it waitin' for me there." He gives her a smile and a wave as he sets out towards the door. "See 'ya round Edyis." |
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