The last batch of cannabis Jael had attempted to transplant hadn't lived long. It was too humid, and the plants were looking squidgy and waterlogged before long. Sighing to herself, she revised her strategy. It would be important to find a climate that was similar to their own, so the variety would have more success. At least it made sense in her head. Hell, it was all trial and error, but as long as she was being useful then she could pretend it was a shield against judgements that were too harsh.
In the afternoon sunlight, the girl moves, clutching her jar. Perhaps hyper aware of her surroundings after her last run in with a very large, very angry man, she's quick to spot the man on the rock. Basking in the warm sun, he looks terribly comfortable. Jael is quick to attempt to stay out of any potential danger zones, attract as little attention as possible. Gaze trained on the ground for her plants, but never letting him leave her periphery.
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As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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