AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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he'd seen the farm that the others had been working on, and thought it to be a good idea. good enough that it reminded him that he should make his own garden, although it was more likely just to be filled with herbs and flowers, so he could talk a bit more. the ground was dry and rough, exotic plants wouldn't grow well here. those he could manage himself, he was sure, or he could make a small greenhouse for them. shaking his head as he stretched with a yawn, the tabby tom would curl his tail up as he stood up from his own nest to get started on the day. shaking himself out as he stepped out from the warmth of his nest, shaking off grass stems, he would leave the caves with a shallow basket in his mouth, small bags of seeds within it - well, bags made of animals' bladders and skin.
padding into the early morning sun, he would search around for a while before finding a place that would get plenty of morning sun and wouldn't be baked by the afternoon heat - a patch of ground beside one of the larger rocks within the territory, close enough to a small stream that he could water it easily. getting to work he turned the ground that he intended to use, making small shallows to plant the seeds, spilling some from their respective holding bags. these were flower seeds he'd both picked up in his journeys, fallen from the flowers he'd grown himself or from trades he'd made.
standing up some hours later, he smiled at the sight of his hard work, having separated the herbs from the flowers, though it didn't make much difference to him either way - he wanted the garden to succeed. perhaps, further along, he could plant some trees within the territory, though he would have no way of encouraging them to grow without a mass assortment of things. well, he could always work on that later. there was still much to do - he had yet to get any water from the stream and a good assortment of his seeds had yet to be planted. it was simply time to take a break, that was all, what with the sun beating down on his back as he carried dug-up roots and tubers from the site.
padding into the early morning sun, he would search around for a while before finding a place that would get plenty of morning sun and wouldn't be baked by the afternoon heat - a patch of ground beside one of the larger rocks within the territory, close enough to a small stream that he could water it easily. getting to work he turned the ground that he intended to use, making small shallows to plant the seeds, spilling some from their respective holding bags. these were flower seeds he'd both picked up in his journeys, fallen from the flowers he'd grown himself or from trades he'd made.
standing up some hours later, he smiled at the sight of his hard work, having separated the herbs from the flowers, though it didn't make much difference to him either way - he wanted the garden to succeed. perhaps, further along, he could plant some trees within the territory, though he would have no way of encouraging them to grow without a mass assortment of things. well, he could always work on that later. there was still much to do - he had yet to get any water from the stream and a good assortment of his seeds had yet to be planted. it was simply time to take a break, that was all, what with the sun beating down on his back as he carried dug-up roots and tubers from the site.
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THE FLOWER BURNS