Apr 29, 2020
closed starter for @itsdakota
Finally, Celestia had found where to volunteer her ten hours. The gardens needed maintaining, and few things brought her the joy that watching plants flourish under her care. She recalled crying over the fact that she had to eat plants because she loved them so much. Distinctly, she remembered saying she wished she could just live off of photosynthesis instead. So, when a large, clumsy buffoon of a boy ran over her perfectly perfect roses, it took everything in her not to trip him with a wave of her hand. Instead, she went back to painstakingly repairing the broken petals and damaged stems. When a shadow caught her eye, she looked up frantically. “Oh please don’t step on these - I’m still bringing them back!”