[ Rose is familiar with gardening! It might not seem like she should be, if you know about her powers - and truthfully, she does use those for a lot! But she also knows about how to raise plants normally. She's loved them her whole life, long enough that she's had gardens longer than plant powers!
Out in the greenhouse with the other workers, she's on her knees in the dirt in spite of her long white dress. She's digging with her bare hands, carefully uprooting the weeds whole rather than yank them. If anybody looks askance at this, she comments: ]
Poor things - it's not their fault. I'll put them someplace else later.
[Admittedly, he'd been holding back a few questions whenever he'd glance over to see how Rose had come along in her work. Of course, he'd taken a more methodical and merciless approach to gardening with sharp, precise movements in an effort to leave the soil without being displaced too much but a bit of her uprooting had spilled some of it in the square he'd been working on.
Crossing his legs, he'd sighed and finally let go of that hesitation--]
I suppose it's a strange thing to say but I think you may be a bit too empathetic for this sort of work.
They're plants, too. It's not right to kill them just because they're doing something we don't like.
[ They are hurting the garden plants. She's not stupid, really. At least not about plants. But - well, they didn't pick where to grow. That's not how it works. ]
[ Out on the grounds, Rose is just idly milling about and...waving her hands around? Occasionally there's some pink light or glitter in response, or even some flowers blooming at her feet, but when that happens, she shakes her hands out as if to stop it and walks a little while before trying again.
Eventually, there's more sparkles! But this time they're green, not pink. Rose squeals in delight. ]
[ "That one". Not the other sparkles or the flowers? All sorts of powers exist across the worlds. Intrigued, Saint-Germain speaks up - big roll curl hair, meet, uh. Big roll curl hair. ]
[ There's definitely a fence at the lookout! Both for decorating with even more windchimes, and also for keeping people from falling off the sea cliff!
Rose has climbed over the fence to sit on the edge of the sea cliff, legs dangling as her mass of curls dances in the breeze. She looks to be simply contemplating the horizon, occasionally glancing down at the sea, but her attention can be caught pretty easily from the footpath. ]
[ Most of Rose's time is spent out and about, but she does return to the Geranium barracks fairly often. By now, it's obvious that she doesn't come back to bed every single night, but she is starting to accumulate a little cluster of trinkets and baubles. This is where she keeps all her stuff!
Of course, not needing to sleep doesn't mean she can't! Or that she won't! Sleeping is fun, especially out in the sunlight. That's what she's doing now, lounging on the lawn near the Geranium barracks, still in her long white gown. Her sleep's a bit troubled, it seems; her brow is furrowed, and her mouth is set in a grimace. ]
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Out in the greenhouse with the other workers, she's on her knees in the dirt in spite of her long white dress. She's digging with her bare hands, carefully uprooting the weeds whole rather than yank them. If anybody looks askance at this, she comments: ]
Poor things - it's not their fault. I'll put them someplace else later.
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Crossing his legs, he'd sighed and finally let go of that hesitation--]
I suppose it's a strange thing to say but I think you may be a bit too empathetic for this sort of work.
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They're plants, too. It's not right to kill them just because they're doing something we don't like.
[ They are hurting the garden plants. She's not stupid, really. At least not about plants. But - well, they didn't pick where to grow. That's not how it works. ]
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Eventually, there's more sparkles! But this time they're green, not pink. Rose squeals in delight. ]
That one was meramancy!
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You're studying illusion?
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[ Besides which, the illusions seem fun! Rose always has liked performing. Anyway - if she got good enough, maybe they could even be useful? ]
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[ To that end, she's carrying a leather-bound journal. Bibliomancy practice. ]
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[ Rose can't actually do anything like Bibliomancy already, either. It just seemed less interesting than Meromancy... ]
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[ A scintillating conversationalist Saint-Germain is, unfortunately, not. ]
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[ And it's not like she NEEDS to, anyway. It's just something to do. ]
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Rose has climbed over the fence to sit on the edge of the sea cliff, legs dangling as her mass of curls dances in the breeze. She looks to be simply contemplating the horizon, occasionally glancing down at the sea, but her attention can be caught pretty easily from the footpath. ]
It's nice up here, isn't it?
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Of course, not needing to sleep doesn't mean she can't! Or that she won't! Sleeping is fun, especially out in the sunlight. That's what she's doing now, lounging on the lawn near the Geranium barracks, still in her long white gown. Her sleep's a bit troubled, it seems; her brow is furrowed, and her mouth is set in a grimace. ]