// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena’s brief sojourn for today was towards Torchline; opting to snag at the markets for specific herbs she’d yet to have grow in the Celestine gardens. Partially due to necessary soil, and time management, the Caretaker was simply grateful to be able to find these plants elsewhere. So she and Mittens spent an hour or so collecting items on her list, scratching them off as they were snagged one by one, until her basket was quite full and the Attuned was satisfied.
Thereafter though was a hike towards Apopo, intending for one last round of fertile loam to bring home and test on other portions of the greenery. Perhaps the plants would rejoice on the materials, and she’d find a more successful alternative to some of the tougher leaves, seeds, and flowers. Humming under her breath, she glanced along the shoreline from above, and the volcano nearby as well, before warning Mittens not to go much further. For once, the companion obliged; perhaps conscious of the looming heat.
Thereafter though was a hike towards Apopo, intending for one last round of fertile loam to bring home and test on other portions of the greenery. Perhaps the plants would rejoice on the materials, and she’d find a more successful alternative to some of the tougher leaves, seeds, and flowers. Humming under her breath, she glanced along the shoreline from above, and the volcano nearby as well, before warning Mittens not to go much further. For once, the companion obliged; perhaps conscious of the looming heat.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
