[She will: the passage of about five minutes finds her standing outside the greenhouse, part of her itching to get inside, and yet another part -
She needs to brace herself. Plants don't have human memories. She feels that she was here a matter of days ago, tending to her sanctuary, hybrids running around her feet, but she knows now that it wasn't so. Not anywhere near. And the consequences of that, she's well aware of.
They won't remember her. Not really. They'll have forgotten what it was like to feel her touch, her love.]
Private -> Spam
[She will: the passage of about five minutes finds her standing outside the greenhouse, part of her itching to get inside, and yet another part -
She needs to brace herself. Plants don't have human memories. She feels that she was here a matter of days ago, tending to her sanctuary, hybrids running around her feet, but she knows now that it wasn't so. Not anywhere near. And the consequences of that, she's well aware of.
They won't remember her. Not really. They'll have forgotten what it was like to feel her touch, her love.]