Plants Before People
There was a man sitting on her table. A soaking. Wet. Man. Even watching him drink out of her brown earthenware cup as though he still had a beak couldn't break Farrow from her stupor.
Farrow was sheltered, and inexperienced in many ways but she was not dumb. She knew about the attuned, and had already figured that the sweet little bird she had been tending to and this strange, silk clad man were one in the same but she only knew that now, she hadn't known when she had tucked him into her scarf...
Farrow felt herself blush, the red-heat blooming first in her cheeks and flushing down over her shoulder and up her ears. She had a hummingbird man in her scarf! And now he's sitting here cross-legged on her table wet and in a very thin green silk robe.
>"Thanks," the man said, now looking at her, and his voice fit him perfectly; a smooth timbre, light and carefree, though he still looked a bit perturbed but the bitter taste that was probably still coating his mouth.
He looked so out of place there, all graceful curves and elegant posture, clothed (presumably) in just that bright green robe. Among her clumsily organized cottage doused mostly in dull browns, he seemed a rare jewel tossed into a pile of rocks.
"You're a person." For the love of Caido pull yourself together Farrow! "I-I mean I know you are a person, I mean you're right there how could I not know you're a person but I didn't know it 'til now" Yep, Farrow just keep rambling it's always worked before!
The perplexed expression on her guest's face shut Farrow right up and, with a glance to the left and right, she spied her unfinished tea mix still in her bowl. "I mean, do you want some tea?"
Farrow was sheltered, and inexperienced in many ways but she was not dumb. She knew about the attuned, and had already figured that the sweet little bird she had been tending to and this strange, silk clad man were one in the same but she only knew that now, she hadn't known when she had tucked him into her scarf...
Farrow felt herself blush, the red-heat blooming first in her cheeks and flushing down over her shoulder and up her ears. She had a hummingbird man in her scarf! And now he's sitting here cross-legged on her table wet and in a very thin green silk robe.
>"Thanks," the man said, now looking at her, and his voice fit him perfectly; a smooth timbre, light and carefree, though he still looked a bit perturbed but the bitter taste that was probably still coating his mouth.
He looked so out of place there, all graceful curves and elegant posture, clothed (presumably) in just that bright green robe. Among her clumsily organized cottage doused mostly in dull browns, he seemed a rare jewel tossed into a pile of rocks.
"You're a person." For the love of Caido pull yourself together Farrow! "I-I mean I know you are a person, I mean you're right there how could I not know you're a person but I didn't know it 'til now" Yep, Farrow just keep rambling it's always worked before!
The perplexed expression on her guest's face shut Farrow right up and, with a glance to the left and right, she spied her unfinished tea mix still in her bowl. "I mean, do you want some tea?"
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