the weather vane will say it smells like rain today

[lancifolium]

WHO: Lily Evans & You!
WHEN: Throughout early June
WHERE: The farm mostly for now, hopefully branching out to the woods, the trials, etc.
WHAT: A catch-all! Some farm and forest based things, maybe the trials will make an appearance (hopefully)
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed

( starters in comments, both open and otherwise, feel free to hmu if you don’t see anything that suits either via pm or on plurk, or toss starts my way, whatever’s clever. if brackets are more your thing i’m good to match format. )

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[bearshermark]

Eleven rubbed at his eyes, clearly not quite awake yet.

"Hm... unfortunately." He meandered his way over to kneel at the soil's edge and test the dirt. "You'd think after more than a year on the road I'd be used to it by now, but," he took a moment to stifle a yawn, "Well, you'd be wrong."

He stood and walked back to retrieve the watering can, working to scrub the tiredness from his face as he went. "How are you?"

[lancifolium]

Looking back towards the plants she tilted her head to the side. "Were you traveling? That's what I hoped to do after school was about," before the mounting war made that an impossibly selfish dream.

She tilted her head from side to side at his question, appearing to consider it before turning to him with a quiet laugh. "I've been better. Adjusting? Trying to cobble together some sense of, something?" Tired, and perhaps more candid as a result of it she shrugged again, drawing her knees up to rest her chin on.

"How does anyone sleep through all that terrible wind?"

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Eleven nodded, forcing his mind to focus on her words rather than let them wash over him.

"Hm, tiring ourselves out, I guess. Praying before bed also helps to settle my mind a little." And it helped having Hendrik there, knowing he was safe enough to sleep. Even if the accusing voices from the forest still plagued him, eventually, that security was enough.

He turned an apologetic look on Lily. "But I have a sleep spell, if the voices are troubling you."

[lancifolium]

Tilting her head Lily smiled appreciatively at Eleven. "I may take you up on it if it gets to be too much." It already had if it was keeping her up all night of course, but Lily was stubborn and unwilling to admit she couldn't just learn to adapt to the grating disruption the voices provided.

"Where did you learn magic?" Her education had been formal, but she got the sense that wasn't usually the case based on run-ins with some of the other magic users in their group.

[bearshermark]

Eleven brightened a little at that, glad he may be able to help. He moved to the pond for water, then steadily applied a rain of it over the rows of vegetables.

"Ah," he half-laughed, half-shrugged because it was no great tale. "Nowhere, really. It felt like it awoke in me, and then after some time, I became friends with a pair of twin sages who are very proficient, so they helped me with it a little. I'm not nearly so talented as they are, but it helps in times when a sword might not."

[lancifolium]

Smiling at the thought of his friends the sages, Lily nodded appreciatively. "It's an odd feeling when you become aware that you're magic, did anything about it change when you came here?"

Lily hadn't noticed a difference, but she was quickly learning that almost everyone here seemed to have their own sort of magic.

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His first impulse was to shake his head, but Eleven hummed a thoughtful note instead.

"I think I've become more attuned to life and death energies. This place is so heavy with death that things like this garden..."

He paused, then shrugged, not quite sure how to explain it but willing to try. "It's subtle, but there's something pure about the life growing here. And there's something sickened about the wolves. That sort of thing."