walk away [★] chamomile hunting

[Tena M.]

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Tena Moonspinner —
Tena thought she might explode.  Short-circuit.  Start a storm and bring everything down with it.  The house.  The garden.  Everything.  Pick it up.  Carry it away.  Gone.  Cabin fever.  Even though she was walking.  Walking, talking, cooking, brewing... She had an ever-present pair of eyes on her.  Badgering her like a mother hen. Because even though she was getting up, moving about, it was obvious she struggled.

She tried to grit her teeth.  Show nothing.  Ignore Lavi's insistent voice.  'Did you sleep okay?' 'Have you drank any water?'  'Are you hearing okay?'  'Are-'  She had questions too. 

Questions she only bit out in her most frustrated moments, fuming and glaring into those ever-calm eyes.  Bitter and confused.  Do you even go home anymore?  Don't you have anything better to do?  Questions she didn't ask as well.  Why?  Why do you care so much?  Why do you chase after me every time?  They sat, jumbled in her brain, sitting on the tip of her tongue.  So loud she sometimes thought he could hear them.

She was scared.  Scared she'd have to face words she'd said before.  Words he hadn't understood.  Scared she was getting too used to waking up, to opening her eyes and seeing Lavi, having passed out while ensuring she was sleeping okay.  Who needs help going to sleep anyway?  Maybe he was paranoid.  Maybe he thought she'd try to run off again.  Stand in the line of fire.  Maybe he was scared too.

But Tena never let fear stand in her way before.

When he pressed her about whether or not she grew chamomile, she decided she'd take it upon herself to find the plant for whatever he needed it for.  Without telling him of course, lest he insist on coming with her or suggest she stay at home while he did it instead.  She just needed some time outside.  Time to prove she could go back to doing normal things.  Time to figure out what she actually thought and felt about the Jedi.  Before he completely drove her crazy.

If she could find that blasted herb.

The greenhouse had been her first idea.  A place she visited when her own garden was missing something or she wanted to gather some extra seeds.  But blue hues were beginning to flicker with irritation.  She was only really familiar with the herbs she brewed in her Tzai and those she grew in her garden (amidst a few other plants) so no one knew for sure what she used.

Her ears flicked back.  That's poppy... That looks like... Marigold... Chamomile is the daisy looking one right? … Kriff.  "Damn it, Lavi."
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