( a garden that needs tending, huh? well, even she can acknowledge the overgrown garden needs some work... )
So you chose a heartscape? Or was that required from the start?
( she makes no effort to stop him just yet though, instead crossing her arms and observing. it's not like he can do any worse damage than the other men in her life, after all. though... with how touching objects seem to be connected to memories, it may be worth seeing if interacting with this place any other way would have any effect.
passenger will find an abundance of- and a healty variety of- roses, peonies, lavender, foxglove, belladona, chamomile, and so much fucking mint, for starters. other wildflowers and herbs are also available. and though they're easy to miss at a glance, there are so many weeds, strangling other plants viciously underneath the foliage. and then, of course, is the general overgrowth in general- there may have been paths and borders once upon a time, but not any more. )
It was a requirement. I will not admit to understanding, but he had seemed concerned.
[People need help... maintaining their gardens or something, Passenger doesn't know, he's here to prune dead leaves and stuff. Little Elliot is here too, to do the same, the both of them crouching down at the edge of what they think might be a path to start plucking weeds.
This is what Heimr wanted, didn't he? Passenger is doing this for coffee beans.]
( ... should she even ask about the kid? like. she's pretty sure she only saw one person, felt one hand. so why this.
... well, if they don't fuck around. with a wave of her hand, pink swirls manifest and she summons a... moon chair. girl. if only it was as plush as it looked, but it really is just a light construct, no fabric or cotton. if they want to work on the mess, they can. )
It's not like the Shopkeeper to give out tasks- thought that was more his sister's thing.
[The kid who looks exactly like Passenger. Suspicious bird here in the cat brain.]
I am unsure. His instructions were explicit nonetheless: Tend to three gardens and help those within. I asked only for coffee seeds, as I used to hand-tend my own variety of bean in Sargon.
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This is Elliot. Or, I should say, "we" are Elliot, though I go by "Passenger" to all who are not Sesa. [Sigh.]
I'm sorry for intruding.
[Only Little Elliot is sorry; Passenger sure the fuck is not.]
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So you chose a heartscape? Or was that required from the start?
( she makes no effort to stop him just yet though, instead crossing her arms and observing. it's not like he can do any worse damage than the other men in her life, after all. though... with how touching objects seem to be connected to memories, it may be worth seeing if interacting with this place any other way would have any effect.
passenger will find an abundance of- and a healty variety of- roses, peonies, lavender, foxglove, belladona, chamomile, and so much fucking mint, for starters. other wildflowers and herbs are also available. and though they're easy to miss at a glance, there are so many weeds, strangling other plants viciously underneath the foliage. and then, of course, is the general overgrowth in general- there may have been paths and borders once upon a time, but not any more. )
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[People need help... maintaining their gardens or something, Passenger doesn't know, he's here to prune dead leaves and stuff. Little Elliot is here too, to do the same, the both of them crouching down at the edge of what they think might be a path to start plucking weeds.
This is what Heimr wanted, didn't he? Passenger is doing this for coffee beans.]
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... well, if they don't fuck around. with a wave of her hand, pink swirls manifest and she summons a... moon chair. girl. if only it was as plush as it looked, but it really is just a light construct, no fabric or cotton. if they want to work on the mess, they can. )
It's not like the Shopkeeper to give out tasks- thought that was more his sister's thing.
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I am unsure. His instructions were explicit nonetheless: Tend to three gardens and help those within. I asked only for coffee seeds, as I used to hand-tend my own variety of bean in Sargon.
[...]
This is Elliot. Or, I should say, "we" are Elliot, though I go by "Passenger" to all who are not Sesa. [Sigh.]
I'm sorry for intruding.
[Only Little Elliot is sorry; Passenger sure the fuck is not.]