[Alucard's unsure of what he might expect upon his return. It has been a week of sand in his fur, of many long silences in the company of another, and a week of sniffing at so many things. Sure, he didn't have to transform into a wolf to track, but where was the fun in not doing so?
It isn't a riot of colors he returns to, but a rich variety of textures. Roses with velvety petals and sharp spiked stems, both decorative and practical. Trees that seem to have moved just one little which way or that, for shade or else better balance to an area. While the loss of the blackberry bushes is not ideal, Alucard doesn't find himself missing them much. Their replacements are quite lovely.
The grass though. It isn't practical at all, and yet it thrives, soft as goose down.
There is a faint smile on his face in response to all of the bard's efforts.]
I spent a week howling in the desert, so well enough. [That was really his motivation. Not being worried and using this as an excuse to ask Geralt what happened!]
You've had a productive week. I like the use of the stems to reinforce where my masonry was less than ideal.
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It isn't a riot of colors he returns to, but a rich variety of textures. Roses with velvety petals and sharp spiked stems, both decorative and practical. Trees that seem to have moved just one little which way or that, for shade or else better balance to an area. While the loss of the blackberry bushes is not ideal, Alucard doesn't find himself missing them much. Their replacements are quite lovely.
The grass though. It isn't practical at all, and yet it thrives, soft as goose down.
There is a faint smile on his face in response to all of the bard's efforts.]
I spent a week howling in the desert, so well enough. [That was really his motivation. Not being worried and using this as an excuse to ask Geralt what happened!]
You've had a productive week. I like the use of the stems to reinforce where my masonry was less than ideal.