Ydalir holds the mochi and is never letting it go. (No-) She wants twenty.
Heimr is more than happy to grant the seeds, but- ...Nahhhh, the giant gardens will be fine.
As for the memory... as Ain sits down to start planting his new seeds and bulbs, a pale hand pats a mound of dirt just before him. He looks up and sees... a faint image, at first. But it's undoubtedly him.
As he focuses, it solidifies and as if he is looking through a window, he sees himself, cautiously holding a tulip bulb. Elsword, Chung and Add surround him, though Add himself is less than pleased (he doesn't have that mark on his eye. How strange.) but begrudingly stays to help. Or perhaps "begrudging" is the better way to put it, the way Ain can read him.
"I can't believe you've never gardened before." Elsword says and he gets nudged in the ribs instantly. "I mean, it's just- uh- it feels like something natural for a priest, doesn't it? Being connected to their God's world. Right?"
"We're supposed to be helping him away from that mentality."
"I'm trying!!"
Chung sighs a bit as Add continues poking the metaphorical ginger bear (he will be pulled into the dirt in a second) and just smiles.
"We can check on your flowers every day. When we do, try talking to them." He offers.
Ain blinks owlishly before laughing a bit.
"I don't think they'll talk back."
"No, but they like to listen. ... And, so do we."
Add and Elsword's teasing and retaliation do not help this statement at all, but Ain can't help but believe it. Ain gently plants the bulb into the next hole in the dirt, covering it carefully and sprinkling some of the plant food Add brought along with him over it. Elsword immediately catches him in a side hug, argument briefly forgotten in lieu of support. How long ago did he leave his mother's side finally? And yet right now, it feels real.
How strange.
He'll have to tell the tulips about it in private.
...
And then it's gone, and Ain is alone with his orchids, only the sound of rain around him.
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Heimr is more than happy to grant the seeds, but- ...Nahhhh, the giant gardens will be fine.
As for the memory... as Ain sits down to start planting his new seeds and bulbs, a pale hand pats a mound of dirt just before him. He looks up and sees... a faint image, at first. But it's undoubtedly him.
As he focuses, it solidifies and as if he is looking through a window, he sees himself, cautiously holding a tulip bulb. Elsword, Chung and Add surround him, though Add himself is less than pleased (he doesn't have that mark on his eye. How strange.) but begrudingly stays to help. Or perhaps "begrudging" is the better way to put it, the way Ain can read him.
"I can't believe you've never gardened before." Elsword says and he gets nudged in the ribs instantly. "I mean, it's just- uh- it feels like something natural for a priest, doesn't it? Being connected to their God's world. Right?"
"We're supposed to be helping him away from that mentality."
"I'm trying!!"
Chung sighs a bit as Add continues poking the metaphorical ginger bear (he will be pulled into the dirt in a second) and just smiles.
"We can check on your flowers every day. When we do, try talking to them." He offers.
Ain blinks owlishly before laughing a bit.
"I don't think they'll talk back."
"No, but they like to listen. ... And, so do we."
Add and Elsword's teasing and retaliation do not help this statement at all, but Ain can't help but believe it. Ain gently plants the bulb into the next hole in the dirt, covering it carefully and sprinkling some of the plant food Add brought along with him over it. Elsword immediately catches him in a side hug, argument briefly forgotten in lieu of support. How long ago did he leave his mother's side finally? And yet right now, it feels real.
How strange.
He'll have to tell the tulips about it in private.
...
And then it's gone, and Ain is alone with his orchids, only the sound of rain around him.