We'll Bring the Shade to Us.

Iolaire liked to sleep in since she was often up well after everyone else went to sleep. When she came out of her stone dwelling that morning, Meadow was already there and pulling weeds. Yawning, the small fae rubbed the sleep from her eyes and began padding towards her aunt. "Morning," she said sleepily. Meadow questioned her about the trees and Io grinned. "They've taken root well. They'll need friends. Lots and lots of friends." That meant many more trips out into the world. Lots of digging. Lots of careful cultivation. Together though, they could do it.

Meadow was a sentimental old thing so Iolaire had an interesting idea. "Since these were our first trees, why don't you give our stunted friend a name?" Canting her head, she motioned towards the little willow tree. Not only would it make the tree 'theirs' but it would always be a part of Meadow that way. Hell, she might even make a little sign on a post with the trees name and put it in the soil beside it.

There was much to do that day. Meadow had done a fine job weeding, but they needed to make sure that each plant had enough water. There was also Iolaire's personal garden to tend to. The garden that she didn't let anyone else touch. It was surrounded by a wall of thick briars (which had been a pain in the ass to transport, lemme tell ya) and was filled to the brim with greenery that could be used to kill. That was the woman's specialty, after all. How she had made her living before coming here.

Iolaire yawned again. "What are your plans for the day?" She planned on dealing with her poison garden and then probably taking a nap, because why not?