26.Sep.12, 09:40 AM
Lymsleia blinked surprisedly. "One for full titles and honors huh?" she asks when Aparicus spoke her title an name again. "No I understnd. Falen's Hold was like that to some degree. The aunts and uncles, and the elders all expected that. And I understand where your coming from." she stepped back along the path as she watched the farm crafter set to work.
She surveyed the plants and their beds, "You're actually right, we've been trying to keep the usuage of the plants down to.. a minimum. We've been wanting to give them a break, but my poor contraceptive plants have been in high demand." she added. She surveyed the garden takn it all in as she stood breathing the moistened air. Winter was coming. And even a Katilian winter could be deadly. Colds and flus and other ailments.
Lymsleia jerked at the question. "Umm, Yes, I was born and raised and Falen's Hold, and yes the skin color is.. predominant. I can only assume the holds founderes must have had a shared vision, or something. I hadn't ever seen a person who was as light as most are here till I went to Healer Hall. I mean, there was one girl who was so pale.. I thought she'd found some white paint or something.." she tries to cover her laughter at the memory. "First instinct was to try and touch her and see if the pain was still--" she stopped. "Sorry I didn't mean to bore you, or ramble. Sometimes my mouth just gets away with me." And that, she thought, got her into trouble.
She was silent for a long moment and began to dig through er shoulder bag. Though it was distinctly different make of bag, fetched from the outdoor shed, though it was similar to the one that hung in the office. Lymsleia opened it and removed from it a set tools. "Here you go, we keep a few gardening tools, I hope thesee will be acceptable." she moved a little closer to Aparicus.
"The cothold, you lived in must have been known for something,right?"
She surveyed the plants and their beds, "You're actually right, we've been trying to keep the usuage of the plants down to.. a minimum. We've been wanting to give them a break, but my poor contraceptive plants have been in high demand." she added. She surveyed the garden takn it all in as she stood breathing the moistened air. Winter was coming. And even a Katilian winter could be deadly. Colds and flus and other ailments.
Lymsleia jerked at the question. "Umm, Yes, I was born and raised and Falen's Hold, and yes the skin color is.. predominant. I can only assume the holds founderes must have had a shared vision, or something. I hadn't ever seen a person who was as light as most are here till I went to Healer Hall. I mean, there was one girl who was so pale.. I thought she'd found some white paint or something.." she tries to cover her laughter at the memory. "First instinct was to try and touch her and see if the pain was still--" she stopped. "Sorry I didn't mean to bore you, or ramble. Sometimes my mouth just gets away with me." And that, she thought, got her into trouble.
She was silent for a long moment and began to dig through er shoulder bag. Though it was distinctly different make of bag, fetched from the outdoor shed, though it was similar to the one that hung in the office. Lymsleia opened it and removed from it a set tools. "Here you go, we keep a few gardening tools, I hope thesee will be acceptable." she moved a little closer to Aparicus.
"The cothold, you lived in must have been known for something,right?"