Symphony - Day 19

[crowneddragon]

Who: Esteban, Xion
Where: Greenhouse Carriage
When: Symphony, Day 19
What: Esteban can make a good second-first impression, right? Right?!?
Warnings: None atm.



There's a few spots in the greenhouse that Esteban had noticed weren't... well, cared for anymore. He'd heard that there'd been a few who'd left; people who had taken the little squares of dirt to sprout pretty green leaves and large sunflowers on occasion. Maybe it'd been an extension of spending time with Inigo, or maybe it was just the thoughts of his own father that had hovered over him, fussing over the slowly browning leaves and the drooping stems.

So, he'd taken to pruning the leaves, and watering the roots. Hardly much, but it keeps him busy once in a while, and there's something soothing about working in the dirt. Something just a bit natural in this strange train.

He likes it better in the evening hours, when most others are eating and taking the last few moments of the day to rest in their own fashion. Today's a bit more complex, as he's rustling the soil, loosening it from its tight weave that lingers when there's nothing to keep the beds from drying out.

Ithil would have set shredded leaves mulch with a cover of round pebbles and left benign worms and insects in the beds, to keep the soil healthy. He misses him, even if a grin weaves about his thoughts when he realizes that his father would be much too appalled at the state of the gardens to even notice he would be around. It's endearing in its own way.

He's so lost in thought that he doesn't glance immediately when someone enters the carriage, breaking a clump of tightly packed dirt with his fingers before he glances up and at the shadow moving through furtively, as if they were afraid to be spotted. A black hood, a small-ish stature. He blinks in wonder before placing the name with the being in front of him, perking up and rising from his crouch just as she's passing by.

"Phantom!~" Comes the easy greeting, bright and loud enough to be heard.

He really wasn't trying to scare her-- honest! She'd just surprised him, and he hadn't thought to keep his voice down when he'd called out, beaming brightly at the shadow as he pats his hands relatively clean, and gets a little closer.

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[nobodys_puppet]

She jumped back at the sudden shout, accompanied as it was by sudden motion. Her Keybalde was out before she processed what she had heard and saw and... who he was. She lowered the Keyblade, but didn't vanish it. Which might have been progress, except that she was also walking backwards - slowly and carefully - towards the exit.