"Arid. Usually relating to land or soil that is dry or hospitable to supporting life." You recite promptly without looking up. "The climate these flowers normally grow in is not unlike a rainforest. There is near constant moisture. Compared to there, these are desert-like conditions. I am interested to see how they adapt."
Still you don't look up, your fingers working into the soil. Dirt and grime coats your hands and lodges itself beneath your nails but you hardly notice at all. In fact, you rather like it. "Here? Yes." You acknowledge with a perfunctory nod, continuing on as you have been and continuing to be a terrible conversationalist as usual.
Still you don't look up, your fingers working into the soil. Dirt and grime coats your hands and lodges itself beneath your nails but you hardly notice at all. In fact, you rather like it. "Here? Yes." You acknowledge with a perfunctory nod, continuing on as you have been and continuing to be a terrible conversationalist as usual.
