RONIN
the darkstar
It could very well be all of those things, Ronin informs his husband as they all take up their shovels, spreading along the bank of the Stonesong and beginning their work. And between them, whether they're using intuition and knowledge of the forest a la Nephele, or whether they are going in with brute force (likely a la Remi), the holes are dug with relative ease. That shouldn't really be a surprise given exactly who is working on it, and soon there are a row of neat placeholders for shrubs and saplings.
"Alright," Ronin pipes up, stretching out his back and swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt. "Let's get planting!" For the Huntsman's part, he goes for the heavier saplings, planning on interspersing them between the smaller shrubs and flowers.
Time to plant! Ronin has gone for the heavy saplings. There are also small shrubs and assorted flowers to plant as well!
No post order.
"Alright," Ronin pipes up, stretching out his back and swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt. "Let's get planting!" For the Huntsman's part, he goes for the heavier saplings, planning on interspersing them between the smaller shrubs and flowers.
Time to plant! Ronin has gone for the heavy saplings. There are also small shrubs and assorted flowers to plant as well!
No post order.
