Early gardenstudies
The garden looked well taken care of – the plants were green and the tiny rivulet passing trough the plants was scenic. They grew as intended. Even the roses bloomed, in various places.
It ranged from useful herbs over bitter medicines to simple, blooming flowers.
Eva stepped through the whole untagged mess.
The crafty gardener walked through the underwood, stepping just short of any plant, collecting whatever he needed in a little basket.
And cut off blooms. Quite aromatic ones, too. And put them in the garbage.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
He looked up, not moving a muscle simply nodding: “Miss Shuang. I am pruning the plants. But what are you doing here?”
“Not important,” she waved off, “The flowers aren’t even fully developed, you can’t just cut them off!”
“The flowers use up all the plants energy, they are delicate. But you are not supposed to be in the poison garden, miss Shuang” His tone was even, not even changing a little.
“They reproduce like that, how will you even get new ones like that?”
He tilted his head. Slightly. Then started to usher her out of the place: “I know a few ways, it’s more useful that way. Now, out, or this could be seen as trespassing”
Before she knew it, the door was closed behind her. And one of the cut off blooms behind her ear.
Huh.
