Telling them a story told by flora

[punchtheflowers]

Who: COMPLETELY OPEN
What: Good old gardening fun
Where: Greenhouse and gardens
When: Sept 5th to 12th
Warnings: Well, anything can happen. But try to be nice to the plants

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Re: Every day, morning.

[voice_of_animus]

Caim had yet to determine when it was most active, morning, afternoon, evening, or nighttime for the greenhouse. People must have had all kinds of differing schedules for him to see the rainbow that he did. Some seemed so excessively lighthearted. Some seemed a little bit darker. Some seemed sorrowful and a bit edging towards misery. Never a dull moment when he thought about it

Re: Every day, morning.

[punchvolcanoes]

Charizards had to be good hunters in the wild and while Sasha had never truely been one, her training at the Fire Dojo had really reinforced her senses. She heard the tell-tail of feet walking in the plants rather fast, and turned her head to look at him, waving.

"It's alright!" she called out to him, moving her clawed hands in a come-hither motion. "This one is just a newborn. It hasn't learned the ability to form fireballs quite yet." She gave the tiny white petals a gentle rub.

Oh wasn't that just a relief?

"I heard there's an underwater variation too," she continued, as if Caim would suddenly be interested in the wild, wild world of fire plants. "Can you imagine that? A plant with the ability to send out fireballs in the water! Must be nice..." She stopped talking suddenly, remember her own 'death' in the spring. Maybe some things weren't meant to be enjoyed.

Re: Every day, morning.

[voice_of_animus]

He blinked. Oh, right. Sasha remembered who he was. The only difference between the greenhouse meeting and that ridiculous hallway of dancing people was that he wasn't wearing blood-stained armour, and he actually looked well-groomed and cleaned up. He took a few steps closer, still careful to keep at least a couple feet between Sasha and himself and he eyed the plant that she was touching.

"Magic."

As if that explained everything. In Caim's head it did. Magic was to blame for most things, unfortunately. It was both a useful implement and as much a hazard as a sword or a mace or some other kind of weapon. But Sasha probably had another explanation for it, one that Caim was sure he could either hear and ignore, or hear and promptly forget about ten minutes later. He doubted it would ever come in handy, whatever the case was.

All the same, he had very few issues with getting a closer look at the young plant, which certainly appeared to be alive. And lacking the power to spit balls of fire.

[punchvolcanoes]

He did smell much cleaner, yes. Yet as a Charizard, she would consider it maybe actually less interesting, considering the previous smell of blood was actually something she had been slowly getting used to, after increasing her hunting during the last few months back into the wild.

She patted the plant again, before getting up.

"I didn't think you'd be the type of guy to hang around in a plant house," she admitted.

[voice_of_animus]

No. Caim supposed he wasn't really the type to hang around in one. That wasn't quite his place of expertise. That had much more been right up Furiae's lane. But it was a good place to watch people and he couldn't get past that.

He watched her for a few moments and tilted his head ever so slightly. "Creature watching." Since not everyone he'd seen he would have considered a person. In fact, most of them were... not human at all. Pokémon, Pikmin, et cetera.

What a world he'd come to...