September 30, 2016, 10:49 PM
There were new recruits piling in to strengthen their ranks - she and Liri were right, they would be settled in no time. However, Winter was also close: each morning, Grace rose with the sun, venturing out to find new plants every day. Already, she had a sizeable store - both dried and replanted. Thyme, Borage, Chamomile, Goosegrass, Yarrow, and Dandelion, not to mention a random assortment of seeds and roots in case something the garden she'd started didn't survive.
Sunhigh found her in said garden - it was a mere couple of yards behind the conjoined trees whos roots held her den - with the light spilling in from all around her and soaking into the plants she'd collected so far. She'd accomplished separating them, marking them off in groups surrounded by stones of varying sizes. Goodness knows it hadn't been easy, and she was very, very far from done - only three of the five circles had plants occupying them, with only one or two of each - but very confident in her ability to maintain the garden. If Winter proved her wrong, she'd think of a better way to protect them. Sitting in the center of her work, leg limp beside her, Grace suddenly very much wished for her secluded, underground den at Marauders Keep.
Sunhigh found her in said garden - it was a mere couple of yards behind the conjoined trees whos roots held her den - with the light spilling in from all around her and soaking into the plants she'd collected so far. She'd accomplished separating them, marking them off in groups surrounded by stones of varying sizes. Goodness knows it hadn't been easy, and she was very, very far from done - only three of the five circles had plants occupying them, with only one or two of each - but very confident in her ability to maintain the garden. If Winter proved her wrong, she'd think of a better way to protect them. Sitting in the center of her work, leg limp beside her, Grace suddenly very much wished for her secluded, underground den at Marauders Keep.