[SE] Roots Take Hold (Open)

A voice distracted Abasi from his planting and he looked up, his hands still on the soil where he had been pressed it against the stalk of a shrub. The man stood before him looked so odd he had to pause and take him in for a moment, especially his long white hair and style of dress, so unlike anything he'd seen in Egypt. It seemed this world would still find ways to surprise him, even in small things like a stranger's haircut. "Hello. Yes, thank you." He would not deny the help, especially when the cold air made the earth so much harder to break. Gesturing to the shrubs and the holes he had dug out for them to go into, Abasi smiled and nodded at Jigano. "The people here are so much more willing to help than they were back in my land. It is...odd, to me." He sat back to make sure the plant he had just placed was not wonky, then turned to speak to Jigano once more. "I am Abasi." He had long learnt to not bother putting 'Son of Hapuseneb' or speak of his priesthood. "And you?" A B A S I The birds are mocking me They call to be heard The birds are mocking me They curse my return