KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Perhaps it would have been quicker for Korbin to do the whole job himself. His 'helpers' provided more distraction than aid at this point, and at least Chulane appeared to have become ambiguous on why he was here. Once the wound was tended to be ran straight to help Kiada with her accident, and promptly got the bandaged hand smeared with the plant goop.
Korbin rolled his eyes - it appeared Kiada had worked her charms on this guy too, and perhaps been more successful in snagging long-lived attention than with himself. "Maybe you should focus on your own job, Chulane? Kiada is quite capable of cleaning up a sticky mess on her own." He shot her a sly sideways look, a hint of a smile teasing at the mouth.
At least Kiada's cleaning efforts were going better than for the rest of them. There was a lot of plants to get rid of still, and once the plants were removed from the pots they would need to be taken away to storage. He could have that dealt with later though. "Once you're done with that, could you stack the empty pots over there, please." He indicated a corner where they wouldn't be in the way.
And, once again, Korbin had gotten nothing done with his own chore. Gritting his teeth against the delays, he shifted his priorities a bit, and started to write out the labels and prepping the soil for later sowing. When there was more peace and quiet and he could focus properly.
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Chulane keeps having a bad day; his kind attempts to help Kiada got him goop on the bandages, and no real progress on his task.
Kiada manages to clean out the rest of the dead plants and is asked to stack away the pots in a corner.
Korbin meanwhile starts labeling and filling pots for later sowing since he keeps getting interrupted.
Korbin rolled his eyes - it appeared Kiada had worked her charms on this guy too, and perhaps been more successful in snagging long-lived attention than with himself. "Maybe you should focus on your own job, Chulane? Kiada is quite capable of cleaning up a sticky mess on her own." He shot her a sly sideways look, a hint of a smile teasing at the mouth.
At least Kiada's cleaning efforts were going better than for the rest of them. There was a lot of plants to get rid of still, and once the plants were removed from the pots they would need to be taken away to storage. He could have that dealt with later though. "Once you're done with that, could you stack the empty pots over there, please." He indicated a corner where they wouldn't be in the way.
And, once again, Korbin had gotten nothing done with his own chore. Gritting his teeth against the delays, he shifted his priorities a bit, and started to write out the labels and prepping the soil for later sowing. When there was more peace and quiet and he could focus properly.
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Chulane keeps having a bad day; his kind attempts to help Kiada got him goop on the bandages, and no real progress on his task.
Kiada manages to clean out the rest of the dead plants and is asked to stack away the pots in a corner.
Korbin meanwhile starts labeling and filling pots for later sowing since he keeps getting interrupted.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
