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where: the path towards the farm who: @thecatastrophicstarterâ ( open. )
itâs surrounded by overgrowth and weeds but, sheâs sure of it. an easy and useful gem hidden away on the outskirts of the farm. sheâs not surprised someone may have missed it, all things considered and perhaps thereâs simply no one else with an eye for such things around here. not that it mattered; because sheâd found it. and sheâd take care of it better, anyway.
and sheâs already got a nice few cuttings of it sat beside her on the ground as she sits before it, trimming away just enough to give her plenty to work with and perhaps encourage the growth of more while leaving the plant alone to recover on its own.Â
hearing footsteps coming up the path, however, rina turns and places a hand protectively over her cuttings, eyeing the stranger carefully.
âwatch where youâre stepping. you ruin these and the clinic loses out.â
fengâs gotten much better at being around strangersâitâs hard not to, when the townsfolk come and go so oftenâbut sometimes he still finds it overwhelming. on good days, he hides out in his little studio, but on bad days the tiny space feels too much like the home he shared with his mother, and he can barely spend two minutes in there without feeling claustrophobic.Â
itâs a bad day today, and heâs on his way to the farm for a little peace and quiet. he likes the open sky over the farm; sometimes spend entire afternoons just lying in the overgrown fields surrounding the farm, watching as the clouds drift by.
heâs surprised to bump into someone on the usually deserted path, and he hadnât noticed her at all crouched among the weeds. âsorry,â he says instinctively, and heâs just about to side-step her cuttings and continue on his way when a flash of green in her hair catches his eye. âyou have... grass in your...â he tells her, gesturing at the right side of his head.
he can probably count on one hand the number of times heâs ever initiated conversations with strangers, and itâs never happened on a bad day before, but he canât deny that heâs curious about what sheâs up to. and despite her wary gaze and clipped tone of voice, the bit of dried grass in her hair is more endearing than intimidating.Â
âwhat are you doing?â he asks, crouching down next to her. âcan i help?â













