[audio] @silver; Backdated to the fifth [open]

[shadowsran]

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

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[shadowsran]

[At least for now, indeed. There's hardly time for her to consider as much herself, as the window for thought firmly shuts with that pet name. Truly, Matt has been humanized to hell and back on this day. She settles into a crouch, within arm's reach of the pot but not quite encroaching.]

It smells like trees! [Said with her usual bounce, and an ounce of extra enthusiasm as one must often take on to authentically encourage someone.] Needles right off the pine, and it looks cute, and Matt's got one to match! And it's a lot better now, right Matt?

[catholicisms]

( Misty is wise to keep her distance. at this point Matt can get away with it, though that's from weeks of getting to know each other. he was the first to earn enough trust to get close, and slowly but surely the little thing is growing more trusting of strangers, too.

that said, moving too fast around the poor thing certainly did result in loud consequences.

the spirit is reluctant to move, even with the chorus of voices around. it seemed to only understand snippets of English, anyway — it responded to tone moreso than words. ) Much better. I want you to feel better too. ( he rubs the small back again, idle clockwise motions, until finally the mandrake lifts its dirty little head.

and immediately sniffles, rubbing at the dirt on its face and looking between them teary-eyed. how dare they disturb its dirt nap? it smells! it clearly notices the odd thing attached to Matt's face and curiosity overtakes the pout, as it crawls into his lap to pull at it. ) Looks funny, doesn't it? ( the spirit tilts its head, clearly unconvinced, until Matt relinquishes the thin cone for the little tree child to inspect. it doesn't know what to do with it when it has it, though, awkwardly attempting to put it back on his face with little success. )