gardening (allegedly)

Sagittarius Fallen

He was tense and moody the way he walked around the moor. Appearing to be pissed off in a way. Or was it the way he just appeared to be today. She didn't second question his motives or his task at hand. Gardening was always something that was just right up her ally, or path. Beaming him a smile, paws carrying her closer to her slightly older sibling.

He began showing little Sagittarius what the poppys looked like and stating that the other plants should get pulled because of the theifs stealing nutrients. A small growl was offered to the weeds that was stealing from the herbs of Wakes.

"Like this?" She yanked at a group of weeds which didn't taste to pleasant upon her tonuge, making sure to not pull at the poppys. And still careful to not uproot any of the flowering stalks that her brother was tending too. To turn her head and spitting out the weeds. "They don't taste good." Stating with a slight furrowed brow and a small frown.