open ♔ march castle socialization

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WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during the second half of March
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this half of the month.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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march 20th gardening Ω ota / multi-thread / poodles

[graveflowers]

[Spriiiiiiing, it has sprung! And while this is probably not important to most people, to the daughter of the goddess of Springtime, it's pretty much a big deal. Like Christmas! Or Arbor Day! Oh, no, that's probably only a big deal to her too... Earth Day? No? Nothing? That's her birthday, at least. Whatever, environmentalism is cool now, get with the program, gosh.

Anyway, spring is springing and Violet is taking advantage of the natural boost she gets in the six months of the year her mom pops up from the Underworld like a whack-a-mole. Which is why she can be found outside in the back garden, digging in the dirt of the forlorn looking flower beds. She's not at all pale anymore, suddenly tan and glowing like she'd had a facial and her hair looks freshly deep conditioned. Spring rocks.

A moment after her hands dig into the dirt, the dead flowers decorating the grounds burst into bloom. She rocks back on her heels and unearths her hands, wiping them on her tee shirt before brushing her hair back from her face, supremely self-satisfied.]

[luthir]

[ guess who spends a lot of time outdoors? ELVES.

so when violet looks up eventually, she'd see her favorite one, standing beneath a trellised arch on the path, wearing something other than armor for once, although his sword still hangs at his belt.

there's a strange expression on his face of mild surprise. it looks like he might even have been caught staring. when he sees her notice him, he says: ] Onalle naa vanima.

[graveflowers]

[Standing beneath a trellised arch. Standing beneath a trellised arch.

Like he's not pretty enough to give anyone a complex already. Really? Luckily, she has more self-esteem than Lady Gaga so it doesn't bother her much. She presses her palm to the ground and after a couple seconds a vine creeps out, winding around the trellis. The vine stops and shudders and explodes into bloom. Wisteria everywhere.

Now that is an arch.

She wipes her hands on her shirt again and makes a face.] I have no idea what you just said, so I'm just going to assume it was a really awesome compliment.

[luthir]

[ his eyes follow the vine, which blossoms right beside his head, and he raises one hand very delicately to hover over it without touching the petals. ]

Beautiful.

[ he turns to look at her again, almost the shadow of an actual smile somewhere on his face ] I said your gift is beautiful.

[graveflowers]

Oh.

[Yes, that was actually a really awesome compliment and Violet is either blushing or she has a sunburn. She doesn't have a sunburn.

She straightens up, tugging at her shirt.] Um. Thanks.

[luthir]

May I ask where you learned it?

[graveflowers]

I didn't? I mean, my mom gave me really profound tips -- like I'm really good with flowers that are purple, 'cause that's just hilarious. [It's really not.

But when she shifts uncomfortably, fingers drumming against her leg, a little blanket of light purple wildflowers sprout at her feet. Rude. She winces and looks down.] Like that.

[luthir]

So it really is a gift. One which runs in the family?

[graveflowers]

[Shrug.] I'm an only child, but my mom can do it?

[luthir]

You've done our garden a great service, surely. The winters here are so dreary.

[graveflowers]

No problemo, I'm like the patron saint of spring. [And then she bumps her fist against her chest a couple times and throws up a peace sign because she is the classiest of classy broads.]

[luthir]

[ IS THAT A SORT OF SMILE ON HIS FACE no what are you talking about ]

I take it you were born in this world?

[graveflowers]

[Violets make everyone smile, don't even front.]

Nope.

[luthir]

You certainly have the manner of a native. May I ask how old you were when you fell through?

[graveflowers]

25. It was um... three weeks before the whole bog monster meets train extravaganza. Maybe two and a half, I dunno, I wasn't keeping a tally on the wall, I'm not that melodramatic.

[luthir]

[ understanding clicks in his eyes ] You're not from Faerun.

[graveflowers]

Nope. [She shrugs a little because it seems to not be helpful, her not being from there.] Sorry.

[luthir]

I'm still growing used to that. I've lived a very long time in this world without meeting anyone who hailed from somewhere... similar to Earth, but different.

[graveflowers]

Yeah? How long? Or is that, like, rude to ask, since I basically just asked how old you are in slightly unclear terms that I just cleared right up.

[luthir]

[ apparently it ain't no thang ] Over a hundred and fifty years now.

[graveflowers]

Is that like... 30 in dog years?

[luthir]

[ smirk ] Something like that.

[graveflowers]

So's that 150 here specifically or in the grand scheme of things too? Just curious, I've never met an octogenarian... squared? No, that's way too much. Double octogenarian?

[She shakes her head like she's given up. Fuck math.] Lookin' good on it, dude.

[luthir]

[ he seems unused to personal flattery, and he steps beyond her a couple feet as if to give himself a moment to figure out what to say to that. he settles on simply a response to her question. ] 150 years since I came through the Veil. To be quite honest, I don't know how many years I'd lived before that, but I was very young. Perhaps 50, 60 years old.

[graveflowers]

[50 or 60 is very young? In comparison she's a wee little baby. That's super.]

Do you miss it?