OOCOpen to all, especially to Sanctuary staff and friends. and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget that history puts a saint in every dream - tom waits - TImestamp: 14 Spring 514 AV The sun shimmered in a flawless sky at the Sanctuary as if to mock any claims that the season of spring was a cruel one. Poisonous hyacinth flushed now through the ethaefal's curving horns, streaked with celadon green; and his hair had lightened, brightening to the color of sunshine. He stood before a large section of the medical garden that he had plowed before dawn, a blinding vision with a thousand league stare. The eighty-six plants he had purchased prior to leaving for Endrykas to fetch the four year old konti child standing beside now had arrived while he was gone. They waited to be planted, spilling out of the shadow of the Healing Clinic and into Syna's light. A row of water buckets lined up alongside Caelum, already filled, to be used in the planting, and a collection of little shovels, hand rakes, and other assorted gardening tools were piled around them. Everything was ready and it was time to begin. Caelum intended to have all eighty-six herb plants in the ground before sun down. Forty-five of the plants were full grown -- twenty of common herbs, fifteen of uncommon herbs, and ten of rare herbs. The remaining forty-one plants were starter plants -- twenty of common herbs, fifteen of uncommon herbs, and six of rare herbs. There were more than a few duplicates and the starter plants were not all likely to take. There would be some loss, but all in all it was a herbalist's dream. These herbs were terribly important to Caelum. Not only would they aid him in healing people and saving lives, but they were the backbone of his new business which was to open very, very soon in the city proper. The ethaefal shoved up the sleeves of his most worn, white tunic and prepared to dig in. "Daddy, I'm helping," a tiny voice stated. Caelum looked down at the little konti. The top of Lillian's head didn't even reach his hip. She wore a pair of plain brown trousers, rolled up at the hems, and a loose cotton shirt. A ribbon dangled from her bright blond braid and solemn blue eyes peered expectantly back at him. "You are," Caelum agreed. One corner of his mouth shifted into a smile. At some point in the past handful of days, his dead wife's daughter had started to call him daddy. He had not prompted her. It had just stopped being Caelum over lunch one day and started being Daddy. Caelum had no idea what to do with children, but he figured he must be doing something right if that had come about so fast. He hoped, at least. "Here, pie," he said and picked up a little hand shovel to hand Lillian. He nodded toward the closest, tilled row that was waiting for all of his plants. "Start digging me some holes. About this big --" And he showed her the space with long fingered hands. "And this deep." "Okay!" Lillian replied brightly. She wasn't shy around him, either, not the way she tended to be with everyone else. She bounced right toward the garden row and Caelum, eyeballing this, bypassed his rare starter plants and selected a trio of the common ones. If something got destroyed, he wasn't about to let it be his precious bynntip. |