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[ So... gardening. Not one of Saber's usual interests, but how hard could it be?

After a morning of bustling and scavenging, she shows up in the afternoon to collect Mordred and Berserker, wherever they happen to be. She comes with a creaky little cart in tow stuffed with containers of water, trowels, mysterious seeds, and an assortment of uprooted flowers in various buckets filled with soil.

Saber herself is dressed for work today in a nondescript tunic and loose pants tucked into boots -- an ensemble low in glamor but high in mobility, and she looks entirely comfortable in her dirt-flecked peasantwear as she regards Berserker... or Mordred... or both. ]

Are you ready? We should set out while the light is still strong.

Edited (what is spelling) 2019-06-08 05:16 (UTC)

[ Sup, Maya. Saber's knocking on your door with a small cart parked behind her. It's filled with a variety of tools and equipment, but the odd leaves and flowers sticking out of it here and there might betray its true purpose.

Whenever Maya answers the door, Saber will look up at her solemnly, her posture as noble as ever despite her dirt-dusted peasant clothing. ]

Good afternoon, Maya. I hope I am not disturbing you from anything important.

[ When Thancred steps out of his cottage one day, he'll find Saber on her knees in the dirt nearby. She's at work pulling weeds from what once may have been a small flowerbed, indicated by a loose outline of rocks. Her brow, furrowed in consideration, clears when she notices Thancred, and she gives him a nod in greeting. A small wooden cart is parked nearby, filled with a variety of buckets, flowers, and tools. ]

Good morning, Thancred. It has been too long.

Saber!

[ Maya beams, shaking her head, but also curiously looking past her to the cart. That... huh. Okay, that explains a lot. ]

Were you having a gardening day?

[ Saber is just strolling along on her merry way, her little wooden cart rumbling pleasantly behind her on the rough-hewn street, when a sound from behind her makes her pause. She doesn't sense any malice, so she turns slowly to see what it is.

That's her fatal mistake. She's hardly faced around when her little cart appears to explode. Flowers, dirt, and tools burst violently in all directions, and a massive, hulking shape crushes her poor, modest cart under its overwhelming pounds. In an instant, that same monster barrels into her. She has no chance. She topples over completely, lost to the mercy of the beast.

- BAD END - ]

[ She nods. ]

I noticed a patch in front of your house that might serve as a favorable spot for flowers.

[ She gestures toward said spot. It's a little patch of soil breaking up the Rugan brick street. Perhaps it was blown free by a dragon. Perhaps an unnamed Servant got a little too excited and tore some of the street up. So much is damaged around Chroma that it's probably not worth wondering about. ]

I wondered if you would be interested in having some planted. They would require your maintenance, but I thought you might find them worthy of the effort.

[He does stop for a moment, surprised, but he offers her a smile and a nod back.]

Far too long- but I am glad to see you again! I… might not have thought it would be here, but I am mos glad of it. I take it you're trying your hand at the gardening quest?

Yes. I cannot speak for my efficacy, but...

[ She thought it sounded like a worthy quest that could improve the morale of the town. In practice, though, it's a bit more than she anticipated. She adds the last weed she pulled to a small, neat pile of others. ]

By any chance, do you have experience with flowers?

It's still the beginnings of something.

[He wonders if maybe the town has been listening to them, honestly- but also…]

I would consider that I have some experience coaxing blossoms into full bloom. It certainly seem like something the town wishes to encourage right now- don't you think? We seem to have had a number of flowers' colours return, after all.

Oh, sure! [ Maya takes a closer look at the soil that definitely wasn't there at some point. Thanks, unnamed Servant? ]

I don't have as much on my plate here, so I could definitely dedicate some time to helping them grow!

In a way, the flowers are like a counter to the forest pressing in. In spirit, if not in fact.

[ Though she wouldn't be surprised if it were in fact... in fact. Anything could happen in a land threaded with magic. ]

It sounds like your experience exceeds mine, so if you have the time for it, might I bother you for your counsel?

Very well. Then please pick out any flowers you like while I prepare the flower bed.

[ She gestures to her little cart. It's filled with buckets of small flowers, tall flowers, saplings, and even tiny bushes. Saber knows nothing about flowers, so she just brought one of everything colored that would fit in the cart.

While Maya looks over them, Saber grabs a trowel and kneels over the little patch of soil. With a little help from her best friend Mana Burst, she neatly plucks up (read: rips out) a number of bricks around the soil patch to widen the spot up. She stands the loose bricks up on their ends and tucks them tightly against the edges of the patch to form a crude wall.

She also has no idea how to properly use a trowel, which is why she uses it like a knife to stab into the packed earth and loosen the soil. Again, she's got her BFF Mana Burst; her face is calm as she murders the ground into submission with roil of dirt.

After a minute of work, here lies a very modest flower bed. ]

Hm. Perhaps there's something to that- I've been in lands where it is a wonder to come across a flower.

[There had, at least, been interest in trading particular flowers from Gridania to Ul'dah. And then there's the existence of elementals…. Hard to say if it's the same sort of thing here, though.

He nods.]. Of course. I'd be happy to spend the time with you, Saber.

Thank you.

[ She looks down to the little broken down flower bed. ]

I have never tried to grow flowers, so I am ignorant of what will help them flourish. Will this soil be sufficient? How often do flowers require watering? Ah, but they lived well enough in the wild without me to meddle with them...

Well, let's see what sort of soil it is. [he's gonna put his fingers in to feel it out.] Daily should suit most flowers. Ah- perhaps, but do you not think they will florish better here with your kind care?

[ Damn. Saber is a beast. This poor, poor earth. But Maya still looks impressed, once she's selected a small assortment of both smaller flowers and the kind that tower over the smaller ones like bullies. Variety! And Mordred will probably want bigger plants anyway. ]

I don't actually think the flower bed was prepared for you.

Some animals will only waste away in captivity. I thought these flowers might be the same... But if daily waterings are your recommendation, then very well.

[ She's cared for animals, but not flowers. Are they really that incomparable?

She gestures to her little cart nearby. ]

Since this flower bed will be a daily sight for you as well, I think it is only right that you have a say in which flowers are planted. Please take a look and pick out any flowers you like.

[ There's a wide variety in her cart! Big, small, tall, stubby -- all of it colored. There's also a wild card option in the unlabeled packets of seeds tucked to the side. ]

Hm?

[ Saber glances up at Maya, nonplussed, as she gingerly fluffs the soil up. She doesn't know much about gardening, but it seems like common sense to give the roots room to breathe...

Her eyes fall on the flowers Maya set aside. ]

Those are your choices? Good. Please set them in the soil.

[ She uses the trowel to dig in little holes for the flowers and their roots. She comments almost more to herself than to Maya: ]

It would be easier if Merlin was here. Honestly...

[She's surprised that the blue Saber was so fastidious in preparing for this. She is a methodical person, and dedicated, but something like this seems so small that Berserker never expected her to take it seriously.

While she usually prefers to wear her normal outfit (being made of mana, it's easier to handle and manage than the uglier, simpler clothes around the town, but today she's been coaxed into trying some of Chroma's fashion, wearing a simple ankle-length dress and and a wide-brimmed peasant farmer's hat.

Maybe she hasn't completely figured out just how deep the conflicts between these two run, but something tells her that she'll have her hands full with more than the flowers. She's already made sure to warn Mordred not to get carried away and traipse over the flower bed.]

Uuuu! [She nods firmly, an answer that everyone here should easily be able to understand, and gestures toward an open patch of ground between two buildings.]

[ Not wanting to dirty her usual tube top and shorts, Mordred is dressed similarly to Saber... albeit with the bottom half of her tunic cut off to expose her stomach, because of course. (At least she's wearing pants.) While she'd never normally go silently along with one of her father's plans, it's different when Berserker is along for the ride. Lashing out would just ruin it for her.

So when Saber arrives, instead of acting aggressive, Mordred keeps her big mouth shut and just hovers protectively beside Fran, like a grumpy dog told to behave. She tilts her head at the gesture, eyes following along to the patch of ground. ]

Over there, huh? [ With a nod of her own, she moves to take command of Saber's cart. ] Let me take that. You go on ahead with Berserker.

[ This is not out of a sincere desire to help, only a desire to impress Berserker with how Strong and Helpful she can be. ]

[ Saber looks at Mordred strangely. Mordred is acting... helpful and mature?? If she didn't know better, she'd think Mordred was under the influence of another of Chroma's random enchantments.

But the true X factor here is Berserker, who judging by that forum post seems able to keep Mordred in check. Mostly. It's an impressive feat, and not one Saber has any intention of disrupting. She turns to follow Berserker, leaving Mordred with the cart. The cart is a small but dense affair, and it'll rattle loudly of metal and wood over the ragged Chroman street. ]

I was not certain which flowers would survive well outside of the forest, so I sampled a wide variety of them. I leave the selection and arrangement of them to you, Berserker.

There's a fairly significant difference between the two…. Well, my understanding is that if the soil's wet, you probably don't need to worry too much. But it might be best- for now, anyway. And not when it's rained, of course.

Ah? That's very thoughtful of you. I wonder…

[He's not quite sure what sort of flowers Ruler would like- some of these, he hopes. He picks up a few of the various colours, before looking at the unlabelled packets.]

Do you have an idea for what sort these might be?

I do not. I found them while I was searching for equipment, and it seemed a shame to leave them behind.

[ She joins him in staring at the seeds. ]

Would you like to gamble on them?

Uh-huh! [Yes, she can take the lead on this!

And she does, rushing forward with a little more excitement than is normal for her, putting more distance between herself and the two Sabers. By the time she reaches the open plot she has to wait for them to catch up, her foot tapping just slightly on the loose earth.]

Uuh! [The first thing they should figure out is how much space they have and how many flowers it can accommodate. Berserker holds her palms very close together and makes her fingers "wilt." Flowers need space, too!

So! Sabers, how many are they looking to plant in a space this size?]

Ah, I see. Well- it wouldn't do to leave them unloved, would it?

[He hums thoughtfully, and then nods.]

I believe I will. Do you think we should label them, so that we can tell what they become?

[closed] june catch-all

fran and the other one!

maya!

thancred!

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hawke!

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I MISSED THIS PING I'M SORRY

here's the other one

let the tricycle commence

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IT'S FRAN DAY EVERYONE BEHAVE

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