[The greenhouse is an occasional stop for Gavial a couple times a week. When she first started poking around here (practically a year ago now… damn, time really does fly), it had been almost entirely in the interest of trying to lend a hand with the cultivation of local medicinal plants. And yet months later, she found herself tacking on another errand while on these trips: making sure all the plants Flamebringer had personally been seeing to when he was here stay alive and healthy.
It’s not like she knew the guy very well, but it’s a rare little bit of sentimentality for home that she chooses to indulge in here. It was important to someone from home, someone who’s not here anymore, so… why not keep up the work? It feels like an almost un-Zenith way of thinking about something, but she’s never exactly been the best at being an ideal citizen here.
So it’s as she’s wrapping up her check-in at that part of the gardens with a potted little herb carried a bit too casually in one arm that she finds herself suddenly accosted by a woman with a shout and an extended hand.
And Gavial takes her up on it without even a second thought, grabbing one gloved hand with her own in a strong, firm grip.]
Uh, alright. Now what?
[She blinks at her, suddenly realizing she’s got no idea what this woman is on about—and her eyebrows scrunch together a little in confusion because… hey, is there something familiar about this gal…?]
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It’s not like she knew the guy very well, but it’s a rare little bit of sentimentality for home that she chooses to indulge in here. It was important to someone from home, someone who’s not here anymore, so… why not keep up the work? It feels like an almost un-Zenith way of thinking about something, but she’s never exactly been the best at being an ideal citizen here.
So it’s as she’s wrapping up her check-in at that part of the gardens with a potted little herb carried a bit too casually in one arm that she finds herself suddenly accosted by a woman with a shout and an extended hand.
And Gavial takes her up on it without even a second thought, grabbing one gloved hand with her own in a strong, firm grip.]
Uh, alright. Now what?
[She blinks at her, suddenly realizing she’s got no idea what this woman is on about—and her eyebrows scrunch together a little in confusion because… hey, is there something familiar about this gal…?]