there cannot be any sign of LIVING in this house!

[tender]

WHO: Mother Pleasance
WHAT: Company is here.
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: The fabled Mother Pleasance has arrived and is roaming the Gallows, as announced (warned, announced, very similar). This log is a container for threads requested on the OOC post. If you want Mother Pleasance to drop in on a thread already in progress elsewhere, holler at me here. Remember, she's out and about in the Gallows so CONSTANT VIGILENCE.

Comments

[hmmmmm]

"I can see why."

The garden itself is charming. It would be lovely in full bloom, though she is some weeks too early for that. (And loathe to stay longer, though she must resign herself to the possibility her work will keep her here that long whatever she may wish otherwise.)

"Do you maintain it here, as part of your duties?"

The elfroot must have practical use. And later, she must look over the other sprouts, consider what else may be growing in the soil here and how it may supplant Riftwatch's work.

[sprent]

"It isn't part of my duties," Gela admits, "But I don't think any of us have it as a duty. We do it in our spare time; it's communal."

She likes it that way much more, to do something because you want to rather than having to do it, or being given a deadline. And it's fun to come to the garden to see what other people have put in it or tidied up. "You garden, Mother Pleasance?"

[hmmmmm]

"I have done my share of gardening. I have dwelled in Chantry where it was a necessity, for our communities as well as to feed ourselves."

Some approval inherent in this, for the idea of a shared space tended to by those within the organization who valued it.

"It was a duty, but one we took pleasure in," she relays, lifting her cup to sip. "I admit, I am surprised to see greenery here, flourishing."

[sprent]

"Are you?" Teasing, now, "Do you think we're too busy doing other things?"

Perhaps she thinks of Riftwatch as warmongering, too busy training in the mud to bother with tending to plants. Gela smiles, and lifts her own cup. "We need things that are relaxing and enjoyable too."

[hmmmmm]

"You are a small order, and I was given to understand you are kept very busy in your work."

No particular judgement in this. It is a fact. Riftwatch is relatively small, more so when set against the vast numbers of the Chantry. That must take a toll on how much time they have for life's smaller pleasures.

"What sort of work are you balancing so carefully with the maintenance of your lovely garden?"

[sprent]

Ah yes, they've come to the most coveted information already. Gela allows herself to have one more fortifying sip of tea before she lowers her cup to answer.

"Well," she starts, "You know that I belong to the Diplomacy division. And I'm sure you heard about the events that happened out at Starkhaven – I have had my hands full organising aid for the refugees that survived.

That is most of the work, presently."