circling the drain

A bark draws her attention-- Dee! She's pleased to see the girl, her head lifting to offer a gentle smile. It's comfortable, warm. Inviting. She doesn't speak, and that's okay. There's enough that can be said without words. Halo inclines her head softly, beckoning the girl closer. "I'm just doing some weeding, if you'd like to help." An invitation, giving her the option, though she'd already offered. Soft and polite, as she basks in the mid-morning sun and Dee's company.

"Have you done much gardening?" Leaving her the opportunity to give a yes or a no, allowing for things that are easily answered with a nod, a shake, or a look. "While the dandelions are useful, I'd prefer they not grow among our flowers and herbs. They tend to be bullies, and elbow out all of the other things that would like to grow. It's important to pull them out by the roots, like this," she demonstrated, gripping the plant firmly and freeing it from the cultivated soil below. "If we don't get the roots then there's not much of a point to pulling them. They're a good medicinal plant, and they can be used to make a lovely mead. I've been piling them over here to process later." Halo is happy to chatter on, filling the silence with talk of weeds.

"Would you like to help me with making wine, when the time comes?" A soft invitation. Many hands made light work, and Halo was excited to be able to teach. She works away gently at the plants, checking up on her charge periodically.

"Halo"