Anthy Himemiya (
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In the Sunlit Garden
Who: Anthy and Seymour
Where: Victory Road - the National Park
When: Daytime
Rated: PG 13 for Seymour having killed a man and Anthy being...Anthy
What: Blank needs to test drive someone!
[The National Park was even more lovely than Anthy had hoped. The winter seemed to have melted away from this place, even if it was just for an unusually warm day, and shy buds were attempting to peek out of tender, green shoots. Anthy walks among them as easily as she breathes, pausing often to take a look at the plants trying so hard to bloom, and shaking her head when she finally moves on to the next.]
Go back to sleep, little plants. It's not time to wake up yet.
[She mutters this a lot, the occasional rustling of a Pokemon in the bushes and grass not a bother to her as she checks leaves and stems with a critical eye. Hmmm. Well tended, this park...that's good. Better than she'd hoped for.
Of course, she thinks she's alone in this quiet part of the park, but that is always subject to change. Who might she meet around the bend of a path, under a tree? Let's see...]
Where: Victory Road - the National Park
When: Daytime
Rated: PG 13 for Seymour having killed a man and Anthy being...Anthy
What: Blank needs to test drive someone!
[The National Park was even more lovely than Anthy had hoped. The winter seemed to have melted away from this place, even if it was just for an unusually warm day, and shy buds were attempting to peek out of tender, green shoots. Anthy walks among them as easily as she breathes, pausing often to take a look at the plants trying so hard to bloom, and shaking her head when she finally moves on to the next.]
Go back to sleep, little plants. It's not time to wake up yet.
[She mutters this a lot, the occasional rustling of a Pokemon in the bushes and grass not a bother to her as she checks leaves and stems with a critical eye. Hmmm. Well tended, this park...that's good. Better than she'd hoped for.
Of course, she thinks she's alone in this quiet part of the park, but that is always subject to change. Who might she meet around the bend of a path, under a tree? Let's see...]
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[Well at least someone else here seems to be fond of plants.]
... You have any idea what kind of plants normally grow here? I thought it would be the same as normal plants on Earth, but now I'm not sure now that I think about it.
[He might be slightly paranoid but hey there are living plants here can you blame him?]
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I've seen a couple I recognize. There's some Hellebore in a more remote part of the park, and some rose bushes...I'm not sure which breed of rose, yet. There's also a bunch of empty space that might have bulbs waiting in the ground for spring, but whether they're tulips or daffodils I couldn't tell.
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[He sighs, realizing he probably sounds pretty weird right now.]
... I feel like I'm overthinking this. It doesn't really matter what kind of plants are here, does it?
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["And interesting to find things you don't" goes unsaid, but...at least she's not outright making fun of him?]
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[... Wait no.]
I-I mean, it's just something that reminds you of home, I guess. Not that I'm really eager to go back home anytime soon.
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[Tactful.]
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[Blunt.]
But I finally left, and that's the important thing.
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... Unless by "left" you meant "arrive here". I'm still not sure what to make of all this.
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[She really did get very lucky in that respect.]
Mm...I agree. It is a little confusing. I'm still getting used to things myself.
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[He can't say he doesn't envy her.
Seymour rubs his shoulder awkwardly.]
I'm glad I'm not alone. It's so hard to get used to-
["Sentient plants who don't seem to crave human flesh" was what he was about to finish with, but he realizes that would have been very bad.]
Um... moving plants?
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[And the most sincere thing Anthy has said yet goes to that right there. She tilts her head a little, smiling.]
I'm not used to that, either, but I've really come to like them. It would have been so much easier to take care of my roses if they could talk to me.