Evie
And it's my whole heart
While tried and tested, it's mine
While tried and tested, it's mine
It’s a blessing that Cordelia and Noah had been so well-organized. Handwritten tabs on file folders are found to be correct, nothing is lazily stapled or paper clipped, and each packet is sorted by date. It’s merely a job of moving them all to the table at that point, ensuring nothing is lost in the ensuing shuffle of cleaning and repairs. It takes time given all of Halo’s current affairs, but blessedly less than she’d initially accounted for.
The plants, however, do catch her eye. In Halo, indoor plants were one of the only kinds to have before the greenhouse, but there was a certain luxury to keeping plants for aesthetic instead of a crop-bearing type. Those are the ones found in places like the Hall, and clearly their relative uselessness has led to a certain level of neglect. Crooning a soft noise most would make towards a pitiful looking animal, the Evergreen glides over to investigate, lifting drooping leaves and inspecting dry soil. And with each pot she uses a touch of magic to have them rejuvenating rapidly. Not that she ignores more mundane options such as bringing water to wet the soil, but admittedly magic would always do the trick faster. She leaves a trail of greenery in her wake, circling the room slowly, pot by pot.
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Evie uses her magic to rejuvenate the plants, and then fetches water for each, moving around the room to each one.
The plants, however, do catch her eye. In Halo, indoor plants were one of the only kinds to have before the greenhouse, but there was a certain luxury to keeping plants for aesthetic instead of a crop-bearing type. Those are the ones found in places like the Hall, and clearly their relative uselessness has led to a certain level of neglect. Crooning a soft noise most would make towards a pitiful looking animal, the Evergreen glides over to investigate, lifting drooping leaves and inspecting dry soil. And with each pot she uses a touch of magic to have them rejuvenating rapidly. Not that she ignores more mundane options such as bringing water to wet the soil, but admittedly magic would always do the trick faster. She leaves a trail of greenery in her wake, circling the room slowly, pot by pot.
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Evie uses her magic to rejuvenate the plants, and then fetches water for each, moving around the room to each one.
Burned but not buried this time
