botanical creature stirs

Fiona really doesn't know as much about flowers as she'd best prefer. Sure, she can tell a Doomsday Poppy apart from a shock of Baby Coral, and all the other corals from those (better than Triton can, really, which both is and isn't saying something), but, well, it's not as if the Bed of Woes and Wishes is the most welcome flower garden, anymore. Not something she really wants to learn.

Despite feelings, they've got to keep the colony in tip-top shape. Haze, one of Ouroboros's friends and someone who seems at least a mite misplaced, has volunteered to help with tending the garden. Nice of her, Fiona thinks, tossing yet another stray - not to mention, sort of foreboding - piece of Thinskin off to the side, though wouldn't you think those City folks would just tell the soldiers to get on with their little chores, and not worry so much?

Not as if Haze consciously worries about much, though. Just picking petal after petal, she traipses from patch to patch.

"Haze!" Fiona calls, straightening up. "Haze!"

It takes a bit to get her attention, but she does smile once it's been gotten.

"Time to plant some new ones, don'tcha think?"