Lyra glances at Elizabeth's food and drink with a sheepish smile; she should have thought to bring something to share. It is a kind gesture, and Lyra rapidly files Elizabeth's name and face away as a helpful stranger, perhaps one she would like to get to know better.
Maea describes their task, and Lyra lifts her gaze to find the vines that the Ancient describes. She's not a particularly adept gardener, but even she can tell that, if left untended, the vines will start to cause damage. It's a shame, really, because they lend a certain whimsical something to the house. She wonders if they can save any clippings and plant them somewhere more appropriate - in the yard, perhaps. She's seen lattice archways used for such things before.
For now, though, she grabs a pair of pruning shears and heads towards the opposite end of the house from Elizabeth. "I'll start over here!" Then she begins to tug gently at the vines, shearing off sections and beginning to pile them up nearby.
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Lyra begins clipping vines on the other end of the house from Elizabeth!
Maea describes their task, and Lyra lifts her gaze to find the vines that the Ancient describes. She's not a particularly adept gardener, but even she can tell that, if left untended, the vines will start to cause damage. It's a shame, really, because they lend a certain whimsical something to the house. She wonders if they can save any clippings and plant them somewhere more appropriate - in the yard, perhaps. She's seen lattice archways used for such things before.
For now, though, she grabs a pair of pruning shears and heads towards the opposite end of the house from Elizabeth. "I'll start over here!" Then she begins to tug gently at the vines, shearing off sections and beginning to pile them up nearby.
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Lyra begins clipping vines on the other end of the house from Elizabeth!
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