STORY OF MY LIFE ☆ gardening

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan had always had an inquisitive sort of personality. It was part of the reason why the boy had become so invested in medicine, since it was something he could commonly read about and study. When he eventually ran out of books about medicine to read, – at least that were commonly available, anyways – he decided to turn to another topic, gardening. Specifically, he had decided to research if there were any plants that could grow in sand. The area outside of his family's home was a little barren, and the draconic apprentice felt as though it could benefit from a garden of various flora. Plus, he thought that perhaps a colorful garden would cheer his mama up a little bit, and bring a smile to her face whenever she saw the rainbow of beauty while stepping outside. It was the least he could do, really. So, he'd spent quite a few hours not only researching what kind of plants could grow in sand, but also seeking out seeds and tools for planting. That part was a bit more difficult, but was thankfully offset by the various merchants that often saw the Typhoon as a prime location for trading. Before long, he had a practice group of lamb's ears, purple coneflowers, coreopsis, and lavender sproutlings.

When the horned boy originally tried to go out into the sunlight with his basket of gardening goodies, he was stopped by his mother, the doting feline being sure to send him off with a large sun hat before he could go out. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, considering he had seen similar hats worn not only by his mother, but also by his little sister. He had to make sure there were holes cut out of the brim so that he could fit his rapidly growing green horns through before he finally stepped outside, armed not only with his basket of supplies, but also with a colorful hat to protect his face. With a bit of a spring in his step, Roan moved down to the front of his family home, clawing and scooping away sand so that he could bury the sproutlings down before covering them. He made a rather uniform pattern of it, with lavender closest to the door and the coneflowers farthest away. The work was surprisingly tiring, and he could feel himself beginning to grow groggy as he began to cover up the last of the sproutlings. Despite this, the apprentice could be heard humming softly to himself, a satisfied smile on his face as he mumbled softly, "Maybe I could do something like this for everybody's house... with a little bit of time, anyways." There was no way he'd be able to do more planting today, considering he already felt like curling up in bed for hours.
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