☙ in search of eden ❧

member of the pelago islands, balance: [5,500G]

[rootlessbotanist-blog]

Basil sat cross-legged on the floor of his room at the inn, the contents of his travel pack scattered about him. Christmas had nearly escaped his notice-- his daughter’s birthday already had, as unfortunately often happened-- and his unplanned detour to Arcadia had left him woefully unprepared in the way of presents. He hadn’t expected to run into so many people he knew, here!

Oh, well. He would just have to make do with what he had on hand.

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[ Activity Check | 12/22 ]

This is fine... Honestly, he’s lived off of less.

Auto-pass!

- Rent [1,500G]

+ Job [1,500G]

+ Diary [500G]

Subtotal: [500G] Balance: [5,500G]

[quotemadness]

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander Den Heijer

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Drink and Be Merry | Basil & Lloyd

“--You opened up a place on Leuda!? No way man, I live there!!” Basil laughed uproariously, slapping the other on the back a little harder than was necessary. It would seem he’d already had a bit to drink before his companion’s arrival.

“What a gods-damned small world...” he mused with a dreamy, far-off smile, as if either of them weren’t already well aware. The fact that they’d bumped into each other several times during their travels over the years was evidence enough to it.

“...Anyway, how the hell’ve ya been otherwise? Finally settling down, I guess?”

@heartofshale​

[quotemadness]

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Same Hat | Basil & Licorice

After receiving word of mouth from Carter that his daughter, whom had yet to leave her room at the Three Sisters’ Inn since his arrival on the island, was being well taken care of by a nun of his parish, Basil thought to burn some of his restless, anxious energy by partaking in a favorite pastime: perusing the shelves of a library.

While there was plenty in the public one to hold his interest, his passions were more specific-- and Basil was the sort of man who had never any choice in his life but to follow them. It also eased his worry some of the possibility of being identified by Mary's coworkers for family resemblance; a concern which was completely unfounded, as she took almost entirely after her mother.

The Herbarium and Resource Library located within the native plant section of the Botanical Gardens was everything he hoped to find to entertain him, and more. He was especially tickled to find not just a few, but every last one of his published works on botany nestled in their own little section the lovingly curated collection. His fingers danced indecisively along their well-worn spines until, for nostalgia’s sake, he slid the very first book he’d ever written from the shelf and began to thumb through it.

It was then that he noticed someone softly approaching, and, being a relentlessly sociable man, glanced up to greet them. He was surprised to find a girl about his daughter’s age-- not many young people were interested in plants-- of understated beauty. A Glycine Max axillary blossom, peeking modestly from where petiole and stem meet. He wondered if she happened to know his daughter, a Bellis Perennis; he felt instinctively that they would get along, if she did.

“Oh, hello!” He smiled brightly, closing the book in his hands without bothering to keep the page. "Beautiful collection they have here, isn’t it?”

@flower-of-oak-tree

[quotemadness]

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

David Mitchell