seiriald | ✿ Eleventh Bud [Action/Voice late morning]

[Things hadn't been easy the past few weeks; there had been ups and downs, much more of the latter than she would ever admit to. And as far as she could tell, it would not get better any time soon. At the very least, the weather was beginning to change even if she couldn't see it for herself. There was just something about the air of spring approaching that always managed to lift her spirits a little, and what better way to greet it than to start working on that neglected garden outside of House 11? Who cares how cold it is out, the plants are of higher priority.

It isn't until after an hour or so of working that her journal falls off her person and sprawls open in the dirt, making her frown upon hearing the familiar noise of it being activated. Taking to people probably wasn't a good idea right now, but she can try.]

… What are your favorite things about spring? Or… things you like the least about it I guess. Anything really.

[Later in the evening the residents of the large household might notice that she's managed to make her way to Silver's room instead of her own, though if anyone drops by the reason should be pretty obvious. You don't go through weeks of emotional whiplash and a day out in the cold dressed improperly without coming out unscathed.]

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Oh... well, it's good to know mine isn't the only one, I guess. [A slight laugh.]

[Hmm.... actually...

Something he'd read, once, on a whim after taking a few lessons with Ino.]

....Maybe we could plant some lilies of the valley.

Edited 2012-03-11 02:00 (UTC)

Not really, not if the flowers like you.

'Her'... [Oh, why is she having to try not to laugh, Luca was obviously sad about this..]

I'm sorry, that's... kind of cute.

Nah... but why is yours that way?

Mm'kay... [She's a little too out of it to argue and be insistent otherwise. At least he wasn't fussing too much, or she might find herself rebelling against him.]

But what about you?

Lilies of the valley...? [She has to pause for a minute, trying to remember if there was a time she may have actually come across that particular plant at some point in her life.]

Oh! I remember them, I think. They're small and white, maybe?

Yes. The flowers are like small white bells that hang down from the stem.

I'll take the couch. It's no big deal.

Okay then. Make sure you pick out a good one for me. [No very short skirt, she will be able to tell if the skirt is too short.]

And they grew close to the irises back home. [Back when home was actually 'home,' a place she could go to and feel safe.]

Do you really like them, Freyjadour?

Yes it is, the couch isn't comfortable so it's a stupid idea! [... Yes, she is whining a little.]

Oh? They did?

I've seen them before, back home. And I read about them once, they seemed nice.

[Appalled to the point of tears, so it would be best to not bring it up if possible bb.]

Maybe you can find those fandalia flowers you told me about?

Because of the meaning, or because they're pretty? [And now she stands up, brushing herself of the dirt that was still clinging to her clothing while turning toward Frey hopefully.]

Yeah, I guess... I didn't remember until now. Maybe because I was really little.

Both, actually. [He grins, a little sheepish.]

Another memory, then?

Edited 2012-03-11 06:29 (UTC)

[... Big brother, that is adorable.] Seems like it, but... it was with my first dad, so maybe not and it was just waiting for a reason for me to try to remember.

[Not adorable.]

I am glad you remembered something happy, though.

Then do you have any happy memories with flowers, Freyjadour? [She's genuinely curious, since the exact details of the place Frey grew up in were still blurry enough that she can't quite try to imagine a picture.]

... And I guess I'm glad, too. [A happy memory amidst the terrible ones was definitely a breath of fresh air.]

.... when Lymsleia was little, I used to make her flower crowns. I did so for mother, as well.

[Though... his last one for his mother was as a memorial on mothers day his first year, here.]

I made one for you, when you were small... do you remember?

[While the first few words had begun to uncurl the sadness she had been all too familiar with for the past few weeks, the question directed toward her already begins to push it away. Of course she remembered the small crown of aster flowers.]

Yeah, actually... I still have it. [Yup, she's blushing.]

You do? [He's surprised... but kind of touched, and there is a mirroring tint of red to his own cheeks in embarassment.]

I'm glad you liked it. You were so happy when I made it for you.

Edited 2012-03-11 07:54 (UTC)

Well no one had ever made something like that for me before. Still hasn't... not until you. [And even now, it still made her very happy.]

I guess it made me feel really special, and it was really pretty too.

Oh, it's because... um. Well, it's because the mushi in my head ate all the memories up of what it felt like to sleep, and I don't sleep anymore thanks to it as well...

Oh. I don't think I've ever fought a plant before. I saw brother fight a creeper once, but I'm not sure that counts.

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