the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran doesn't consider himself having expertise in very many things, but to hear Deimos phrase it as such has a warm little smile spreading across his face, and he nods and shifts to grab a few wooden border markers and a roll of twine. "If you can take care of the aloe - we'll put it here, I think," he begins, using marker and twine to cordon off a square for the aloe to spread its roots and inevitable chaos, "and the flowers here," and again he marks off part of the bed - a third of it, roughly, "then I will do the others?"
Already there's a semblance of organisation to the space that wasn't there previously, Amhran grabbing up a trowel and dividing the seeds between them. "The flowers I think can be planted however you like. I didn't see any that needed specific conditions or would risk crowding out the other species." In short, Deimos can indeed chuck those seeds anywhere, if that's what he desires.
Already there's a semblance of organisation to the space that wasn't there previously, Amhran grabbing up a trowel and dividing the seeds between them. "The flowers I think can be planted however you like. I didn't see any that needed specific conditions or would risk crowding out the other species." In short, Deimos can indeed chuck those seeds anywhere, if that's what he desires.
