Post by Lyre Hastings on Mar 18, 2016 14:11:54 GMT -5
Lyre felt quite accomplished with herself, all things considered. It wasn't much of course, but it was her own and that was enough for the deer girl. It was about three feet long by three feet across, and it was chock full of her favorite flowers. She had gathered stones from around the island to make a little border, clearly separating it from the rest of the land. She sat back on her haunches and simply smiled at the garden she had made up, her eyes scanning all the flowers to make sure they were healthy and bright instead of wilting and dull.
Why have friends when you could have flowers? Friends were nice and all of course, and she wouldn't say no to having more of the former, but the latter was what she knew best. Plants were always there for her, always there to protect or comfort her and she wouldn't have it any other way. She already regarded the forest on the island as hers, hers to protect and hers to tend to. She was a little possessive of it, but she wouldn't stop people from enjoying what it had to offer. That is, as long as they respected the trees and plants that called the forest home.
She was content to just sit there with the garden she had just created, but it seemed someone -or something- wanted her company as well. She heard a crack of a branch being stepped on somewhere, making her head whip around to try and pinpoint where it came from. She didn't stand up just yet, not sure if what broke the branch was really a threat or not, but that didn't mean she had to be unprepared for one. Already it seemed like the plants around her were leaning in, as if trying to protect the deer girl or at least make themselves useful to her if she had to wield them.
Why have friends when you could have flowers? Friends were nice and all of course, and she wouldn't say no to having more of the former, but the latter was what she knew best. Plants were always there for her, always there to protect or comfort her and she wouldn't have it any other way. She already regarded the forest on the island as hers, hers to protect and hers to tend to. She was a little possessive of it, but she wouldn't stop people from enjoying what it had to offer. That is, as long as they respected the trees and plants that called the forest home.
She was content to just sit there with the garden she had just created, but it seemed someone -or something- wanted her company as well. She heard a crack of a branch being stepped on somewhere, making her head whip around to try and pinpoint where it came from. She didn't stand up just yet, not sure if what broke the branch was really a threat or not, but that didn't mean she had to be unprepared for one. Already it seemed like the plants around her were leaning in, as if trying to protect the deer girl or at least make themselves useful to her if she had to wield them.
