Plants Before People
Farrow woke to find her guest missing, and her window open, spilling light and the smell of damp air into her little cottage. A pang od sorrow rang through her heart as she rose and discovered her tunic and skirt haphazardly folded on her table.
She supposed it made sense, the hummingboy had spent days stuck here with her, in total darkness. She wasn't an extremely interesting person, and outside of her proficiency with edible and medicinal plants, she didn't have much going for her. She was sheltered, generally uneducated, and unable to interact with people without her sheltered awkwardness tainting it.
Farrow felt her face heat and a watery mist film over her eyes, but with a sniffle and a quick shake, Farrow pulled herself together and pulled her pack out from under the table, setting it on top, and searching for a couple pairs of clothes and some supplies for a quick trip to the Hallowed Grounds.
She keptnherself so busy in an effort to keep her mind off of her missing friend, that she didn't notice the reflection of iridescent green feathers as they alighted near the roses she had sitting by the window.
She supposed it made sense, the hummingboy had spent days stuck here with her, in total darkness. She wasn't an extremely interesting person, and outside of her proficiency with edible and medicinal plants, she didn't have much going for her. She was sheltered, generally uneducated, and unable to interact with people without her sheltered awkwardness tainting it.
Farrow felt her face heat and a watery mist film over her eyes, but with a sniffle and a quick shake, Farrow pulled herself together and pulled her pack out from under the table, setting it on top, and searching for a couple pairs of clothes and some supplies for a quick trip to the Hallowed Grounds.
She keptnherself so busy in an effort to keep her mind off of her missing friend, that she didn't notice the reflection of iridescent green feathers as they alighted near the roses she had sitting by the window.
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