Logs:Gardens and Greetings
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| RL Date: 29 April, 2012 |
| Who: Lujayn, Toren |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lujayn goes looking for new plants and meets Toren. |
| Where: Greenhouse, HRW |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: The weather today is very pleasant. A few clouds chase each other across the mostly clear skies, and a soft breeze picks up in the afternoon to make for a fine day. |
| Though not a scorching summer's day, the sun through the glass panes of the greenhouse is enough to make Lujayn fuss with the cuffs of her sleeves as she enters the humid room. The bucket slung over her arm is smeared with dried dirt and carries an assortment of similarly crusted tools. Pausing to look at one plant and then another, sometimes lifting a leaf or considering another vine at length, the rider moves along in silence but for the metallic clanking of trowels and hand rakes. Toren comes into the greenhouse as he was able to get a pot and a couple of seeds. He moves right over to it as it's painted harper blue and he gets out the watering can. He moves over towards the water to fill it up and he nods to Lujayn, "Hello there." The young harper says with a smile as he starts to lug the water can over to the pot. Lujayn pauses in her consideration of a burgeoning tropical plant, glancing over one shoulder to watch Toren at his work. Unfamiliar, she asks- "Are you a gardener here? Do you think this one," Gesturing again to the attractively green flora, "Might make it outside of the greenhouse?" Searching to restock a small personal garden, perhaps indoors; a few packets of seeds can be seen as she sets down the bucket and rifles through tools. "Nothing harsh. Lots of steam from the bath." Toren shrugs a little bit, "I don't know. I'm just a harper, I have my own pot here because I'm growing a flower for my mother. I don't have much marks so most of it went to the pot and the seeds." He pours the water into the pot and he smiles, "That should do it...I think." He sets the half full watering can down, "It looks pretty tropical I don't think it could survive though." Toren shrugs a little bit, "I don't know. I'm just a harper, I have my own pot here because I'm growing a flower for my mother. I don't have much marks so most of it went to the pot and the seeds." He pours the water into the pot and he smiles, "That should do it...I think." He sets the half full watering can down, "It looks pretty tropical I don't think it could survive though." "That's sweet of you," Easygoing with new acquaintances, Lujayn reconsiders at long last and plucks a small trowel from her bucket, tracing a neat square in the soil around the plant. Maybe her request was just out of politeness. "I have some similar to this. They really bring color, especially when the seasons change and everything outside is so gray." Sitting back on her heels, she turns again rather than speaking down at the leaves. "A harper, huh? New?" Thus his brightly-colored pot, perhaps. "I'm Lujayn." Toren smiles, "It's nice to meet you Lujayn I'm Toren, pretty nice I came with my parents they are both harpers, and I'm there apprentice, which I am told is rough on me at least by the riders. Yah I would like to get her something to brighten up everything in the rooms." Lujayn nods thoughtfully as she takes in Toren's explanation, carefully moving a heap of tangled roots from the trough to the bucket at her side, tools and packets scattered around haphazardly on the floor to make room. "You'd learn more that way, coming from family tradition," She decides at last, wiping moist earth off her hands onto smudged breeches. "I borrow from the plants themselves sometimes; I find the staff don't mind so much as long as I try to replace what I took." Wiping a blonde lock from her eyes, Lu stretches for one of the discarded seed packets and carefully tips a few into the conical depression left behind by her new plant. "I don't often have much time to look after fragile baby plants. This is easier, and I find I kill less of them." A wry grin at her own expense lights up her face. "I'm sure your mother will like her flowers very much. Did you all come from the Harper Hall?" Toren nods, "I have learned a lot from both of them, both about music and about life and being here is really different from harper hall." He kneels down to reposition the pot just right so it gets the most sunlight. "Yes we all come from Harper Hall, although my mother was originally from a hold and came to the Hall to study music where she met my father. Family is very important for her so she asked the masters to keep us all together." Lujayn smooths fresh soil over the place where the seeds fell, stepping back to admire the handiwork. "Think I could borrow that?" Glancing to the watering can. "That's lucky, too, that you're all together." This seems to spark something more distant in her voice, reaching absently for the can and thinking out loud- "It's nice when family is around." Clearing her throat and coming back to the task at hand, she continues in the same friendly vein, "At least there's plenty to do here, not just studying and music. Do you like it so far?" Toren smiles, "Sure." He picks it up and gives it to Lujayn, "Yah it was a bit rough at first adjusting to being away from the Hall and at the Weyr, but I'm getting used to it. I love to play for a new crowd of people and I get lots of practice and met a lot of people, which is always fun to do." Showering the trough carefully, Lujayn takes the opportunity to rinse one grimy hand before collecting her gardening equipment at her feet. "Maybe I'll catch you in the Snowasis sometime, if you play there. I should take this one back," Indicating the plant, "Before it gets too late. I wanted to take my daughter out to the lake shore today, since it's so nice. Have a basket lunch." She smiles and offers her least dirty hand for Toren to shake. "Nice meeting you, too. Good luck with your flower." Toren smiles, "Sure I do play there sometime." He looks at the flower, "That's a good one and it's a nice down out to go to the lake." He takes the dirty hand and he shakes it, "It was nice to meet you too Lujayn. Thanks I think I'll need it." "Any time." Lujayn waves as she goes out the door, snatching a discarded sun hat from its peg near the exit, an armful of plant and metal tooling all the way back to her weyr - not to mention the satisfied smile on her face. |
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