It seemed in her sweeping observation of the recent differences among the various planters in the greenhouse, she hadn’t noticed the presence of another girl- one of her cousins, Meadow. However, silently as the girl emerged from whatever place she had been hiding, Talyssa caught the motion from her peripheral and immediately glanced up to see its origin. Just in time to see the soft smile that was offered in greeting. Without missing a beat, the older girl returned the gesture with her own friendly warmth. “Oh, Meadow! I didn’t see you there.” Talyssa admitted, straightening up as she witnessed her cousin carrying a watering can presumably to whatever bed she was tending to. She knew of Meadow but didn’t know her well. However, she was aware that the girl wasn’t particularly talkative. Whether she was physically incapably or mentally reserved, she wasn’t sure- nor would she ask out of respect. Perhaps, she would approach Aunt Fern for advice at a later time. But for now, Talyssa was fully prepared to do enough talking for the both of them.
Maintaining her slow browsing pace, she eventually came to stop in front of a planter that had Yarrow in it. The tall stalks with large clusters of small white flowers were another one of the medicinal herbs she favored. Leaning in to inhale its fragrance, it reminded her of pine needles. “Do you like it here? I do.” Lys announced, her tone gentle as she pulled back from her current occupation. She felt like ’Yes and No’ questions might be safe, because they could technically be answered with a gesture rather than words. However, if that was still too uncomfortable for her cousin, she wouldn’t pressure the girl. So she was quick to answer her own question for herself- giving Meadow a moment to interject just in case she wanted to before going on. “I just wish I knew more than I did about some of the stuff that grew in here, though.” She explained in that same light and airy tone. She supposed that she could pull one of the healers aside for a lesson … but there were just so many lessons that she wanted to sit through. It was hard to organize them into priorities.
As her attention had remained fixed on the Yarrow planter, she noticed a specific stalk that had some damage on it. One of its main offshoots had begun to wilt. So, in order to give the rest of the stalk a chance to recover, she gently picked the wilted part off. Satisfied with her culling, she sought out her cousin once more, offering another friendly grin as she finished her thought. “I just know my favorites.”
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