Roots Before Branches

The heavy creaking of a door opening caught Othello's attention as he was padding his way through the halls back to their room from grabbing a snack. Following the noise, he tilted his head as he watched someone slip through the creaky door and into what appeared to be a room of plants. Interesting!

Othello looked through the windows briefly, watching as the other lifted a plant and moved it to another place. What were they doing? Too curious to just watch from the window, Othello followed suit and pushed the creaky door open, undoubtedly alerting the other to his presence. They were working in silence, as if they knew what they were doing... if only Othello knew what it was exactly, and why.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he caught the scent in the air, a soothing scent that he actually rather enjoyed. Othello took a few steps closure, towards the bed of lavender that he'd gotten the plant from, and sniffed one. The scent was much stronger with his nose nearly buried in the plant. Distracted by the sweet scent, it took him a moment before looking back to the older pup. "These flowers smell pretty," he observed, obvious to anyone who knew what they were.