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there cannot be any sign of LIVING in this house!
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.
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.


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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."
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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."
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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?"
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"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."