trans_9 | See How My Garden Grows [Very Open]

He hadn't done much laying around as a teenager. He'd always been too busy, one social event to another.

After the Yeerks...well, Temrash had less love for being lazy than Iniss did, but neither of them were really set on protracted periods of inactivity. And there was always something Sharing related, or feeding related, or just...something. Rank play had been a major time suck in his youth, and needing to be somewhere every three days made planning anything else a bit of a suck.

He'd flopped down on the hill next to the garden he had spent so much time losing time in, one hand gripping Bobby's leash to keep the dog from running off, but eyes closed and body relaxed.

Too much stuff was happening, lately. He wasn't used to keeping up with it anymore. Jake was back and Sam was dating Xander and Dean and Kaylee had broken up. He wasn't even sure how to handle half of that, much less all of it at once.

No wonder the garden looked so well tended, the neat rows gave him something to do, something to think about, something that made perfect sense because plants needed like...two things, water and weeding, and they weren't much on demanding an emotional investment beyond that.

Bobby shifted, licking his hand and resting his head on his shoulder, watching the chickens and their chicks poke around nearby.

Why couldn't life just be this simple?

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Tom shifted, blinking up at the girl with some confusion. "Uh, hi. Thanks?" He shifted, uncertain and awkward and not sure what to say to a girl giving him a compliment. Nobody had gone over this with him.

"I do it to pass the time, gardening is relaxing. You know? It's nice when you have something to do with your hands."

It let him remember they were HIS hands.

For a moment, Sandry seemed completely unaware of his discomfort, and continued on smiling and observing the garden quite happily. She might have missed how uncomfortable he was completely, if she hadn't looked at him, especially when he spoke about his gardening. He seemed content enough, and who wouldn't be in this garden? "I know exactly what you mean. I'm the same with spinning--ah, of the thread variety, not the other--" she spun her finger around in the air, "--oh, you know. Though there isn't a thing wrong with a bit of romping about, I suppose. I much prefer weaving and sewing..."

And then Sandry did look at him, and her smile faded into something a little more apologetic. "Ah, I do apologize. I tend to ramble on without a second thought." She stepped back from the fence, and gave what would probably have been a fairly elegant curtsy, had she had skirts. "I am Sandrilene fa Toren, though, if you please, Sandry suits me far better."

"You spin? And weave? We saw that at a fair once, Jake and me. It was pretty cool, I've never met someone who could do it, especially not my age. It's nice...when...when things get stressful or you just don't want to think. Something that requires attentiveness, so you don't have to think about anything but what you're doing." He glanced shyly at his garden, uncertain if he was even doing this right.

"It's ok. I don't...really talk much. Out of habit. I don't mind. I'm Tom." He scrambled awkwardly to his feet, uncertain what to do with himself now that he was standing. "It's ah...nice to meet you, Sandry."

"I have been since I was ten, yes. Given the choice, I probably would have started even sooner, but the craft was frowned upon at home." There was an underlying sorrow at that, more so at the memories of what had finally led her to Winding Circle than the inability to work with thread at home. "I can hardly imagine what my life would have been like without it now. Probably full of all kinds of needless stresses and boring dinners." Sandry couldn't say she had experienced many boring dinners since learning of her magic. Meetings, however...

"No, not everyone does. I should begin lessons in the art of holding my own tongue more often," she replied, an entertained smile crossing her face as she moved back toward the fence. "It is lovely to meet you as well, Tom."

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