chlorophylliac | 22 || Text + Voice + Spam

[Private to Vesper; text]

I need to apologize for what I did to you in March.

I'm not asking for your forgiveness, and I don't expect it; I just want you to know that I'm sorry for what I did. I know it's long overdue. After what I was put through in Zero I was far too hasty in putting that week behind me.

[Friends Filter; voice]

[Ivy's definition of 'friend' for this purpose is '2+ civil conversations while not under mind control'.]

I doubt I'm the only person who needed a while to recover from the port; still, I'm sorry if I worried anyone. If it hasn't already been made obvious, I'd like to hear that you made it back safely.

[Open Spam - Greenhouse & Garden]

[Of course she ends up back out here eventually. The rain's tailed off; seasonality is muted here but nonetheless the light falling onto the deck is a little brighter, a little warmer, and it's brought a fresh flush of growth to the greenhouse and rows of planters just outside. Ivy's mostly busy with making sure that the (her) plants have the space and support they need: repotting seedlings, staking out climbers, and moving the more delicate plants outside now it's warm enough to sustain them.

She seems - calm, all things considered, moving fluidly and talking to the plants in indistinguishable murmurs.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Thankfully my small soul was of no interest to that burning place. I should like to think I escaped without to much hurt.

That makes two of us. It's insult to injury to be thrown overboard when you don't even have an Inmate of your own, though.

That doesn't mean I couldn't be helpful, though. I tried, at least. But this was not a good port for a man of my stature. Thankfully, Ser Bond has taught me to shoot, and it proved a useful skill to have.

Novel to hear the man's good for something.

I have found him a boon companion; were we at home I would be glad for his service. Has he done you a wrong, my lady?

Edited 2013-06-04 18:09 (UTC)

Not long after he first arrived, he tried to kill me to test out the Death Toll.

Strange; he seems a sensible man. But the disorientation of the barge can make men fools, if they are unprepared. I take it you taught him just how the toll is charged?

It's always better to experience than observe, I feel.

It is certainly more educational, yes.

And since then?

We haven't made amends. Let's leave it at that.

I see. Well, it is no quarrel of mine. How you tend your own house is yours to see to.

[ Just so long as it goes both ways. ]

And how you choose your friends is yours.

Indeed, it is. [ At least they're both at peace with that. ] Your trip to the other world was uneventful, then? Or it merely did not target you?

Oh, it was eventful. I'm just not easily terrorized by another man's demons.

And nor should you be. They are not your demons.

22 || Text + Voice + Spam

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]