[ He notices her approach in his peripheral vision, and he takes a short step back from the crate with its sapling. ]
Finishing. [ Kahlil replies with a wry smile, tilting his head at her before glancing at the sapling again. ]
You arrived after the fires, right?
[ The Free Cities' attack on the farms and woodlands outside night. It's taken a long while, but it's good that they're finally tending to the land. Not that Kahlil has any sort of green thumb beyond identifying plants with specific properties - like knowing not to eat goatweed or what yellowpetal looks like in most forms.
He's had time to wonder now whether Natasha had a similar, or at least adjacent education. ]
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Finishing. [ Kahlil replies with a wry smile, tilting his head at her before glancing at the sapling again. ]
You arrived after the fires, right?
[ The Free Cities' attack on the farms and woodlands outside night. It's taken a long while, but it's good that they're finally tending to the land. Not that Kahlil has any sort of green thumb beyond identifying plants with specific properties - like knowing not to eat goatweed or what yellowpetal looks like in most forms.
He's had time to wonder now whether Natasha had a similar, or at least adjacent education. ]