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[chlorophylliac]

Since the vampire and now the angel have both resigned their posts but thoughtfully left the door unlocked, I'm adopting the greenhouse and garden.

At least, until one of you idiots decides I'm turning them into my own personal fortress and threatens to hose me down with herbicide.

[Or, more pragmatically, until another Warden gets a key. Of course she can't access the gardening tools, but…she's not the kind of person to be inconvenienced by that.]

[Private to Zev]

There's enough space to seed some of the excess from our collection. Do you have any preferences? I can make chemical adaptations to the soil as necessary.

[Private to Morgana]

I've heard you returned.

Do you remember anything?

[Open spam]

[It's raining lightly on deck, the shower a soft constant drumbeat on the glass overhead. Ivy's still damp from crossing the deck to get here, but the rain and the humidity inside the greenhouse are pleasant, even rejuvenating.

All she's got to do today is basic maintenance. She's mapping plants and soil types in a notebook, occasionally deadheading the spring-flowering plants, and checking for early indicators of disease. Nothing so far; Castiel knew his work. Still, it's nothing to reach into the more vulnerable species and rethread a few strands of DNA, decreasing their susceptibility.

Not having access to the greenhouse equipment cupboard is only irritating insofar as it's also where the less dangerous resources - seed trays, watering cans - are kept. So she's liberated both from her own cabin, along with some fertilizer she made herself, and spends a little time readying a few trays to grow seedlings for the outdoor garden.

It's all easy, meditative work, and it would be quiet if not for the hum and chatter of the plants all around her.]

Comments

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

Very. Working with alien flora is...it's like trying to learn a new language by intuition alone. I can help it grow but I won't be able to communicate with it as I do other plants.

[Spam]

[love_slave]

Do the plants talk to each other? I can go find some flowers for it, so it won't be lonely here.

[She's never thought about the chance that they communicate- though being where she's from, she's never been involved with flowers much.]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

It's alright. They communicate but they don't experience loneliness - or any other emotion, in the way human would experience it. Their needs are simple. They want to live, grow and reproduce in a healthy environment. They feel things analogous to happiness, fear, pain - but loneliness isn't something they understand.

[Ther's something unindentifiable in her voice. Maybe the smallest trace of envy.

She looks down at the twig in her hand and it's started to sprout slender colourless roots.]

[Spam]

[love_slave]

That seems simple enough.

[But even that hurts her heart some. She sounds sad for a different reason- they'll never know that joy of finally finding people to be close to.]

At least it will be happy here, then. [Probably.]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

Yes. [As happy as it can be, in the circumstances - a dimension removed from its native home, with no real sun.

She nods across to where there's an earthenware pot filled with earth, waiting on a shelf under a table covered in growing plants.]

Pass that over here, please?

[Spam]

[love_slave]

[She brings the pot over and puts it down, before sitting.]

I barely passed my courses at the Wife Bank. I was never good with plants or pets. I'm always impressed with someone else is. [And her own maternal instinct is shot with the lizard now inside of her.] It's even impressive as a natural ability.

[Yes, natural. As much as she is a carnivore.]