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24.Feb.14, 05:57 AM
Yulieas nodded, somewhat encouraged as Quennell complimented the spot. He watched the old healer as he examined it, trying not to look too expectant. He took in even breaths and let the sight of surroundings calm him a little. Usually, he wasn't so nervous. Awkward, yes, but not as anxious as he felt right now. Then again, he usually he wasn't in the presence of someone like Quennell. He was excited, of course, to be in his company, and to find the man so inviting and kind. But there was that shame that lurked like a shadow in the back of Yulieas' mind, clouding his usual optimism. It haunted him all the more when confronted with healers and healing. In a way, even the flowers planted here sometimes served as a sad reminder that he was now just a boy (or man- was he a man? He didn't feel like one-) playing in the dirt.
He followed after the retired healer as he chose a place to sit down. Yulieas wavered for a few moments, looking as if he was unsure of whether he wanted to follow suit and sit down as well. For the moment, he didn't and stood holding one arm with the hand of the opposite, still looking uncomfortable despite his best efforts and despite the man's friendliness. He shook his head slightly. "Oh no, it's nothing that special. I just- well they let me work on this area alone sometimes," he shrugged slightly and glanced around again. "Obviously the older plants weren't done by me. The trees are probably older than I am. And the bushes. But the newer blooms they let me do." After all, he hadn't been at this for very long. He was really only just starting to see the fruits of his work. Much in this spot had yet to bloom as well. "This spot's a bit out the way- not many just casually pass by it, so it doesn't matter if they let a less experienced gardener work on it. I guess it's a test of sorts, to see if they can trust me to work on things people will actually see."
Despite his working here for only two turns, he was trusted and moved up fairly quickly. His education granted him that, at least, that he wasn't resigned to the common drudgery some in the Hold never moved past. It was nice for him, to have gained at least a few privileges in his work, though it probably did nothing to help him fit in or to quell resentment from those who had been here longer than he.
Having given his explanation, he decided to sit down after all, lowering himself to the ground to sit near the older man. It wasn't until he sat that he realized how good it felt, after working all day, to finally rest. He sighed contentedly, feeling a little more relaxed as he just focused on how good it felt to sit in the grass.
He followed after the retired healer as he chose a place to sit down. Yulieas wavered for a few moments, looking as if he was unsure of whether he wanted to follow suit and sit down as well. For the moment, he didn't and stood holding one arm with the hand of the opposite, still looking uncomfortable despite his best efforts and despite the man's friendliness. He shook his head slightly. "Oh no, it's nothing that special. I just- well they let me work on this area alone sometimes," he shrugged slightly and glanced around again. "Obviously the older plants weren't done by me. The trees are probably older than I am. And the bushes. But the newer blooms they let me do." After all, he hadn't been at this for very long. He was really only just starting to see the fruits of his work. Much in this spot had yet to bloom as well. "This spot's a bit out the way- not many just casually pass by it, so it doesn't matter if they let a less experienced gardener work on it. I guess it's a test of sorts, to see if they can trust me to work on things people will actually see."
Despite his working here for only two turns, he was trusted and moved up fairly quickly. His education granted him that, at least, that he wasn't resigned to the common drudgery some in the Hold never moved past. It was nice for him, to have gained at least a few privileges in his work, though it probably did nothing to help him fit in or to quell resentment from those who had been here longer than he.
Having given his explanation, he decided to sit down after all, lowering himself to the ground to sit near the older man. It wasn't until he sat that he realized how good it felt, after working all day, to finally rest. He sighed contentedly, feeling a little more relaxed as he just focused on how good it felt to sit in the grass.
