( open & closed ) july catch-all

[bloomly]

Who: aerith & you
When: throughout july
Where: solvunn, the horizon
What: catch-all for the month
Warnings: will update if applicable

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Comments

[bloomly]

( it's a shame that it continues to wail, but like any noise, it's almost like she feels she's gotten used to it, in a sense: her ears are ringing, but at least the surprise is gone; for now, she makes her way carefully across the field so that she can approach, though the sound only gets louder the closer she gets to the stranger.

she's holding it out away from herself at a distance, as they move, and aerith thinks that's probably a smart choice. )

...No, of course we can't kill it!

( maybe it's being closer to aerith, that's the danger: affronted, she reaches out to swat at the stranger, hitting her in the shoulder gently. ) It's not like it did anything wrong!

( by the time they hit the door to the shed, though, she can feel her temples pounding, a small headache of protest. with proper manners, she holds the door open so that the stranger and the shrieking plant can come in first--she shuts the door behind them. inside, the little shack is quite crowded, dusty and dirty and relatively dark; aerith reaches up with one hand to crank the knob of a lantern, illuminating the small space for them. )

Okay! I'll get a pot! ( she's shouting this over the plant, of course. ) You get ready to put it in! Gently! Like you're tucking it into bed!

[lightkeeping]

Right. Of course.

[Said more under her breath than anything else. No, she doesn't want to kill it either, if she can help it, but maybe it was worth a shot. For now, she has no other choice but to follow Aerith's instructions.

She seems to know what she's doing, at least insofar as gardening is concerned, so Aloy provides no further input and simply follows the directions. The good news is that all she really has to do is hold the plant away from her, waiting for the pot that will hopefully shut it up.]

Gently. [Like she's tucking it into bed. Unbelievable.] Okay, ready.

[bloomly]

( there's the heavy sound of a pot clanking onto the work table, as aerith lifts it from the back shelf and thumps it down onto the surface--it's large enough to have to have been carried with both hands, at least, and to her dismay, it leaves the front of her dress caked in dust and dirt. no matter, at least now for now: she nods to the stranger, gesturing towards the pot with an open palm. )

There's dirt in it...! ( she instructs, shouting over the plant's wailing--but just in case, she's also stepping sidelong to investigate the bags of soil, here, looking for something that might cover up the top.

--then, of course, she spares her gaze sidelong, and scolds at the stranger, playfully: )

I said be gentle! Maybe you should sing to it after all!

[lightkeeping]

[Well, good. Aloy hopes there's dirt in it, if that's what will make this thing shut up. As soon as the pot is on the table, she wastes no time in sliding the plant into it, perhaps a little rougher than necessary, given the way Aerith immediately chastises her.]

You don't want me to sing to this thing, trust me.

[Probably that would just make it worse. For now, she keeps the weed in place while Aerith looks for something to dump on top of it.]

Are you sure this is going to work?