[OPEN] no such winds blow hither

[sans_harmony]

WHO: Diwaniya and anyone who'd be in the vicinity of the garden.
WHAT: Plants vs. Rifters
WHEN: At...some point after Di's arrival.
WHERE: The Gallows herb garden
NOTES: None atm.

It's been a long time since Diwaniya last stood under the shade of a real live tree. It's been a long time, come to think of it, since he even saw any sunlight strong enough to produce shade. Or flowers, or stone buildings, or people who looked at him with anything but mingled fear and loathing.

It's nowhere near enough to make up for the way this place has crippled him. He can't shake the feeling that no matter how green the garden blooms, it's all a facade, a sterile simulacrum of life and health, frozen and unalterable and doomed to stagnate with no Shapers to tend it. But it's something, if a very small something.

The herbs are all distressingly foreign to him. He could identify any one of the eighty-seven plant species unique to the Ashen Isles from across a room, fresh or dried, but even something as ubiquitous as elfroot looks utterly alien to him. He reaches for a plant growing in a pot, meaning to pluck a leaf for further examination. It doesn't occur to him that he might not be perfectly entitled to manhandle the flora.