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estdeus_innobisSaturday, September 5, Day 97
Early afternoon
Garden behind the Whitechapel Inn
Not a soul came into the library this morning, and I wasn't at all able to keep my mind on my own work, so I decided to close up at lunchtime. A quick stop by the Apothecary to tell Glass not to expect me for the walk home in the evening - and then, on a whim, I went to the greenhouse. Nohte and her shop are pleasant additions to the town - and I like her for herself, of course! - so I want to make sure that she feels welcome here. And that she has people she feels she can trust if - no, when - the oddities of Excolo start to strike her.
Also, I feel as if I owe Valmont a new basil plant to make up for the dozens I've shredded in my protection spells.
Nohte's assortment of herbs is quite impressive, and I have no trouble finding what I'm looking for, but I was astonished to see that she has tiny azalea plants, too! They bloom in spring, I know that, but Nohte's have brilliant pink little flowers all over them, even in September. They're so surprising and lovely - and among the better plants for protective wards - that I have to get one for Valmont.
Rainclouds are gathering heavily by the time I make my way down the dear familiar path that leads around the back of the inn to the garden. Oh dear, perhaps I should have kept the library open? It's always more busy on a rainy day...but no, it's done now, and my arms are full of plants. "Valmont?" I call, as I juggle the herb-pot and the neat little canvas-covered bulb of the azalea cutting. He should be up by this point, even if Fridays are late nights for him. I finally free one hand enough to undo the latch, push the gate open with my hip, and go into the garden.
[Open to Valmont first, then others]
Early afternoon
Garden behind the Whitechapel Inn
Not a soul came into the library this morning, and I wasn't at all able to keep my mind on my own work, so I decided to close up at lunchtime. A quick stop by the Apothecary to tell Glass not to expect me for the walk home in the evening - and then, on a whim, I went to the greenhouse. Nohte and her shop are pleasant additions to the town - and I like her for herself, of course! - so I want to make sure that she feels welcome here. And that she has people she feels she can trust if - no, when - the oddities of Excolo start to strike her.
Also, I feel as if I owe Valmont a new basil plant to make up for the dozens I've shredded in my protection spells.
Nohte's assortment of herbs is quite impressive, and I have no trouble finding what I'm looking for, but I was astonished to see that she has tiny azalea plants, too! They bloom in spring, I know that, but Nohte's have brilliant pink little flowers all over them, even in September. They're so surprising and lovely - and among the better plants for protective wards - that I have to get one for Valmont.
Rainclouds are gathering heavily by the time I make my way down the dear familiar path that leads around the back of the inn to the garden. Oh dear, perhaps I should have kept the library open? It's always more busy on a rainy day...but no, it's done now, and my arms are full of plants. "Valmont?" I call, as I juggle the herb-pot and the neat little canvas-covered bulb of the azalea cutting. He should be up by this point, even if Fridays are late nights for him. I finally free one hand enough to undo the latch, push the gate open with my hip, and go into the garden.
[Open to Valmont first, then others]
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