Arriving here is hard. Merwen knows that. And after the train's left the platform again, she's thought hard about it, and spent some time making cookies. They're oatmeal chocolate chip. This is a cuisine entirely unfamiliar to her but that's okay, she's learning new things.
And then, armed with a plate of cookies held in her webbed hands, and yes still naked as per usual, she wanders from one end of the train to the other, offering them to anyone who might seem to need them, especially if they seem to be an unfamiliar face.
"Would you like one? They're called 'cookies,' I have made them to share."
Greenhouse
The box was labeled with Curufin's name, but it was for her. Kind of him, truly. Out of the box has come a plant, a very odd looking plant with long trailing roots spilling out of its pot, vaguely orchid-like but definitely not anything with ancestry from Earth. And Merwen is just delighted with it. It's a piece of home, sorely needed.
"Oh, but what to do with you," she muses to herself. "You were never meant to grow like this, in a box of dirt. Will you grow like this, like these other plants?"
Merwen | OTA
Arriving here is hard. Merwen knows that. And after the train's left the platform again, she's thought hard about it, and spent some time making cookies. They're oatmeal chocolate chip. This is a cuisine entirely unfamiliar to her but that's okay, she's learning new things.
And then, armed with a plate of cookies held in her webbed hands, and yes still naked as per usual, she wanders from one end of the train to the other, offering them to anyone who might seem to need them, especially if they seem to be an unfamiliar face.
"Would you like one? They're called 'cookies,' I have made them to share."
Greenhouse
The box was labeled with Curufin's name, but it was for her. Kind of him, truly. Out of the box has come a plant, a very odd looking plant with long trailing roots spilling out of its pot, vaguely orchid-like but definitely not anything with ancestry from Earth. And Merwen is just delighted with it. It's a piece of home, sorely needed.
"Oh, but what to do with you," she muses to herself. "You were never meant to grow like this, in a box of dirt. Will you grow like this, like these other plants?"