30.Sep.12, 08:05 AM
Listening to the healer admit that some of the plants might be currently over used, she followed the healers gaze at other plants in the garden. It was true, some were beginning to look a little sparse of their leaves despite how early in the fall it was. Fishing out a writing tool she kept in her pocket, she scrawled a few numbers on each tag before carefully tying them onto the plants as she listened to the healer.
“Once these are planted, show me the most important plants. Maybe I can help get some fresh ones growing to ease the burden on the parent plants.” She offered helpfully as she finished tying the tags while Lym spoke of other’s back home and her mistake with a woman at the Healer Hall. The story had Apari smiling despite her own fear of being touched and when Lym stopped halfway through, she shook her head.
“That’s a terrible habit.” She said before realizing she hadn’t exactly said what the habit was. “You get into wonderful stories then stop yourself and apologize before anyone can properly enjoy them. Why do you do that? Doesn’t it ever fluster you to not finish a story?” She asked smiling up at the darker skinned woman.
Finding the woman stepping closer with offered tools, however, Apari had jumped to her feet and skittered backwards to keep a comfortable distance between them. Blushing slightly, she rubbed the back of her neck with a soft ‘heh’. “Sorry, you can put them next to the basket. I’ll get them from there…” Now the timid woman made a point of looking anywhere but at the healer as she waited patiently for the woman to put the tools down and back up once more.
Hearing the last question, Apari shook her head as she glanced back to see if the tools were on the ground or still in Lym’s hands. “No… Not really. We were very small. For several years the fields were failing and we hadn’t the money to repair the fishing boats. We’d only two runners, but they were for the field plows.” In fact, Apari couldn’t really remember selling much of anything from the hold, they were barely able to support themselves let alone have extras to sell to others.
“Once these are planted, show me the most important plants. Maybe I can help get some fresh ones growing to ease the burden on the parent plants.” She offered helpfully as she finished tying the tags while Lym spoke of other’s back home and her mistake with a woman at the Healer Hall. The story had Apari smiling despite her own fear of being touched and when Lym stopped halfway through, she shook her head.
“That’s a terrible habit.” She said before realizing she hadn’t exactly said what the habit was. “You get into wonderful stories then stop yourself and apologize before anyone can properly enjoy them. Why do you do that? Doesn’t it ever fluster you to not finish a story?” She asked smiling up at the darker skinned woman.
Finding the woman stepping closer with offered tools, however, Apari had jumped to her feet and skittered backwards to keep a comfortable distance between them. Blushing slightly, she rubbed the back of her neck with a soft ‘heh’. “Sorry, you can put them next to the basket. I’ll get them from there…” Now the timid woman made a point of looking anywhere but at the healer as she waited patiently for the woman to put the tools down and back up once more.
Hearing the last question, Apari shook her head as she glanced back to see if the tools were on the ground or still in Lym’s hands. “No… Not really. We were very small. For several years the fields were failing and we hadn’t the money to repair the fishing boats. We’d only two runners, but they were for the field plows.” In fact, Apari couldn’t really remember selling much of anything from the hold, they were barely able to support themselves let alone have extras to sell to others.