Closed Lines, Curves, and Foxglove (Gale McCenry)

[Leila]

Timestamp: Summer 16, 513 AV Leila was sitting with her knees bent and her journal in her lap as she stared at the foxglove in her herb garden. It wasn't very tall, only about a foot and half, and it was just beginning to bloom. She always liked the lilac colored flowers of this plant, them reminding her of a woman's dress, long, flowing, drifting toward the ground. She'd left a sign on the front of her shop stating that she was outback if needed. The sun was high, and she wanted to spend some time drawing her plants, to work on her herbal compendium. She'd bought a blank book earlier this morning just for that reason. She decided to dedicate two pages, front and back, to each her she decided to add. The first page would be for drawings of the plant, and the second page would be for herbal information, growing instructions, and where to find it in the wild. If she could make it complete enough, then her life would be much easier. So here she sat, on the first page of her book, which she'd titled, The Hughes Herbal Compendium, trying to decide where to start on the drawing. She still was fairly new to drawing, but she didn't care, she'd leave the back side of the first page for when she'd gotten better. "So missus foxglove, how would you like me to draw you today? Full portrait? Close up of your ample treasures? Where do you think would be a good place to start?" Others might've found it odd to hear a woman talking to a plant, but Leila had always felt that if you treated your plants, and animals, like you would a child, then they would grow up just as healthy. So she could often be found talking to them, singing to them, worrying about them. They were her babies, as was Shaco. And by the gods, she was going to treat them right. Grading ModeratorPurchase: Book, Blank = 3gm

[Gale Austin McCenry]

In life, change is only a natural occurrence. One could not deny it and often times it is it difficult to ignore. With the rebuilding of the city and the decaying buildings, it only seemed right to visit the newest addition to his ever changing home.

It was a herbalist shop, or at least that was the rumor he had heard... And by the looks of it. A few of the more common herbs, and he didn't even know where herbs at all, were in small containers around he shop. Only a few he had recognized, then again, Gale couldn't place a finger on where. Most likely outside of the city on one of his many trips in the early mornings. They all looked lovely nevertheless. Who would want to eat such good looking plants? Or use it for medicine?

A pale, lanky index finger brushed the leaves of a few of the samples within their clay pots. Each had their own texture and gleam to them. The concept had always reminded him of just how diverse everyone and everything really was. With his jaw length, curly hair tucked behind his ears, the widower followed down the hall and to the counter, also allowing his hand to graze its top. The entire room felt fresh and clean, a foreign smell to his nose with the years of wear and tear from Kelp Beer and the smell of fish on passerby's breath.

Having read the sign at the front, the artist's feet slowly took their time reaching the back as his humble green eyes skim his surroundings with glee. Memories that have never been flood his mind as images of the long lost woman delicately pet the flowers and plants of the room. Going to each individually and spending a short time with each as if a child of her own. Of course, she would ask the owner if they would need watering and then if they need new pots and so on and so forth, though Gale never saw anything wrong with keeping a plant in the same pot. How Hana would have loved this place. No doubt she would have asked for a job the minute she walked through the door.

Following the path to the back, a woman-No- a young woman sat in front of another one of the many plants, talking to it as if asking someone for a portrait. This was all too familiar as well. The reminder of Hana drawing the plants of the city and taking care of them brought an alien grin to his face. Then it had dawned on him that he had been starring, and for quiet some time.

Shaking his head with his cheeks turning a pale pink, the blonde cleared his throat and said,"What a wonderful presentation you have here. " The artist gestured to the entire place with a twirl of his finger. He offered the stranger a smile of the sorts as his arms crossed and he leaned against the frame of the entrance to the back.

[Eldritch]

Gale :

Skills
Observation +1

Lores
N/A

Notes :

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