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Picking Burrs; Standalone
Topic Started: Jun 28 2015, 11:44 AM (108 Views)
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She wished it would rain already. This heavy, sticky weather was no help to anyone’s mood, short as tempers were stretched on limited rations. Too many glares and rough hands for her liking. With her own patience wearing thin, she’d ceased her habitual teasing and begun retreating swiftly to their weyr when the day was done. Here, at least, she could relax. Perhaps not in the way she preferred, true enough, but Luinth’s approval of this change was amusing in its own way.

Settled on her knees, Tara carelessly wiped one grimy arm across her forehead and gazed out past the pale green of her dragon. The sky was a twisted, dark mass beyond. Wind whipped the clouds into frenzied shapes, scudding them in pointless circles- but never low enough to stir the dead air of the Weyr. If only it would finally rain! She was tired of being covered in sweat.

Tired of being confined, to come down to it.

Sighing softly, missing the wide open plains and cliffs of Keroon, she returned to her task. Drawing a glowbasket close, she held the uprooted plant near its light, examining the roots. So long as she had these… well, she wasn’t quite so far from home. One perk to having a weyr- you could keep whatever you wanted in it. Not so for the barracks. She pushed all else from her mind and tried to focus on the green life in her hands.

Curious, Luinth huffed softly, gently stirring the sharp edged leaves. Something wrong with it? As far as she could see, it looked like any other shrub, albeit shrunken from being potted.

“No. It needs the rainy season as much as we do, though. See how it’s drooping?” She turned the small bush carefully in her hands, investigating further, before gently setting it down into its new home. Her expression was distant. “It’s too humid. It’s used to more common storms than we get in the desert, but not this kind of constant stickiness.”

Luinth watched as she filled the fresh tray with soil, neatly smoothing it down around the trunk and over the shallow roots, and moved onto the next. A thoughtful thrum ebbed from her throat. You said before that transplanting could hurt them.

“It can help, too.”

Something about that even tone caught her attention. These days, it was one of two things that disturbed her. She chose the blunter issue first. Were you flirting today?

She expected a glare and was not disappointed. Eyes whirling pleasantly, chin lifted from her couch, she met that spark of anger with neutrality. Then it faded, and her person turned her attention back to the plants. Wild garlic, this time. It was one she actually knew, for she liked the smell just as Tara did. There was tension in her shoulders now, though, and Zarif had woken from his doze atop a high shelf and peered down on them. Since his hide was blatantly clear and she hadn’t retreated into thoughts of guilt, that meant it was the second issue. Not that the first was her fault, regardless; she would wait as long as it took for both to be comfortable.

The green settled again. He’s not a plant to be repotted, Tara. It was growing to be a cyclical argument, wearing smoother with each go around.

“But I worry. Zarif can’t find him, and mother is taking the letters without replying.” Her lips thinned. It was hard to explain to a creature who felt no real attachment to her siblings and would never have children, though Luinth did try her best to understand. It was hard to tell what sort her own feelings even were- that of a sister, or those of a mother. She had long been both to the boy. Old fire burned in her belly, urging her to do something, but the heat weighed her down and the sky kept her grounded. She shook the shakes from her fingers and set the garlic aside. It was doing well enough.

“If Cas had-“ She bit down on the comment, clasping her hands in her lap to keep from shaking her poor plants. She wasn’t speaking with him now. Not after his ‘advice’. He’d had nothing to say that would help her with her brown’s problem, anyways. She would not think of that right now. Damn him for putting the worry in her head! She would get him back for it some day.

After a moment, eyes still flashing, she looked towards Luinth. Her tone was far too sweet and controlled. “I need to speak with mother directly. She’s avoiding me, and making sure I can’t find him. I mean to see why. That, at least, is something I can do.”

The last was said almost in a whisper. Luinth huffed softly towards her, considering, and finally assented. Even if the emotion behind it was raw- some sort of weird mix of concern, fear, and anger- it was a clear course of action at a moment when everything seemed a cage. There was little within their control at the Weyr. But this.... The green would be there to back her up, whatever happened. Besides, she had to admit she was curious about this woman who was both Rukbat and Thread in her daughter’s heart. Another day we will visit. Little after dawn, perhaps. It’ll be a surprise, but no one can it inappropriate.

The sly tone drew a smile from Tara’s lips, just as she knew it would. Pity the old weaver, who liked to work late and sleep a little early. And if we take a circle, have a look…

It was a bit much to say it aloud, to make that possibility a promise, but still. Tara pulled the next shrub towards her as the green’s lids shut. This might not be a great idea, but anything that would break the funk was worth the trouble. And if it would also distract her from her other issue… well. That was good, too.
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