the earth has music for those who listen
Of course you come to help with planting things. It's kind of your number one hobby, after all.
You arrive not unlike a rather comical pied piper, positively bounding toward the Spire, a collection of tulips following in your wake. Of course, the closer they get to the Spire the more reluctant they become: by the time you're properly in its shadow they have all but stopped, gathering in a little clump of color a good twenty feet away and sort of shaking their leaves uneasily. You let them stay there, giving them some time to think it over: no need to pressure them too much into something they don't super want.
And there's people to talk to, now.
You find a spot between the two people you don't know, more interested in them for now since they pose greater mysteries. "Hullo!" you declare somewhat too exuberantly, grinning as you look between the assembled group: Jigano, Oliver, and two kids who look like they might even be younger than you (sort of). "I came to watch y'all plant! An' I brought friends, but they're feelin' shy about the Spire." Gesturing back to the tulips you wave to the lot, beaming with pride as a particularly brazen yellow one begins to slowly slink closer through the hard dirt.
You arrive not unlike a rather comical pied piper, positively bounding toward the Spire, a collection of tulips following in your wake. Of course, the closer they get to the Spire the more reluctant they become: by the time you're properly in its shadow they have all but stopped, gathering in a little clump of color a good twenty feet away and sort of shaking their leaves uneasily. You let them stay there, giving them some time to think it over: no need to pressure them too much into something they don't super want.
And there's people to talk to, now.
You find a spot between the two people you don't know, more interested in them for now since they pose greater mysteries. "Hullo!" you declare somewhat too exuberantly, grinning as you look between the assembled group: Jigano, Oliver, and two kids who look like they might even be younger than you (sort of). "I came to watch y'all plant! An' I brought friends, but they're feelin' shy about the Spire." Gesturing back to the tulips you wave to the lot, beaming with pride as a particularly brazen yellow one begins to slowly slink closer through the hard dirt.
