an open soul - open; herb collecting

[rhosmari]

WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF REALITY
AND THERE'S A MADNESS THAT'S COURSING IN ME

For him, life had been calm since he got here. Granted he had been keeping his opinions to himself and staying away from the political scheme. That side of life was much too tiring and being in what he hoped would be a final retirement so he could raise a family with Mulder was what he wanted. To be there for when others needed him with simple things. This was definitely one of them. Unofficial or not he was just here to do his part. He was a fighter and always had been since he was a crazy youth and up into his age. Experience had chanced him and he could say greatly. He used to very reckless, very prone to injuries, not giving any fucks for himself and others. Bad romances sprung up, and well the tale goes on. He had moved on or so he liked to think and rather his demons sprung back up or not he would wait to see.

Taking a deep breath he left his new home. Knowing that things would be fine while he was gone his main goal was to find specimens he could grow in pots as well as some he could collect for storage. Basic necessities. The archangel left from the town, greeting those he passed by as he went. His feathers rustled slightly as he moved, leaving behind golden particles in the air. The forest and swamp area were sure to be filled with something despite the winter weather and he eased his way along the path. Grimacing at the water here and there. He had to agree with his husband. Not a fan of the water or the swamp but he knew what he was looking for. Varities of water dwelling plants. Maybe some marigold, burdock would be nice too. Feverfew and something for his pained hips. He nosed around a bush before lightly digging in the soil and putting plants into his satchel. Some whole and some not.

— Reggan