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.
[...]
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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[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.]