04-01-2011, 04:43 AM
[html]ooc;; <333
He was lucky that Nayru was in and not out patrolling the borders. It would have been just his luck to come and try and find her and her not be here. Saul gave a soft smile towards the contrasting female as she straightened from watering the buckets of mud she had been concentrating on. He really hoped that one day Nayru and Gideon realised they just might have feelings for one another. It would make both of their lives much easier it seemed. Still, Saul wasnt one to mess with the lives of others so he left it alone. If they wanted to dance around it until kingdom come, so be it. He grinned softly as she opened the door to her greenhouse and greeted him with enthusiasm.
"Very well, Nayru. And you?"
He returned as she guestured for him to enter. It appeared a lot of Nayru's greenhouse had been destroyed during the snowstorm but she'd managed to patch it up okay. And his quick green eyes saw the small shoots of various plants coming through on some of the pots of mud. It seemed she hadnt been crazy then. Saul crouched down for a moment to look at one of them, wondering what it would become when the summer sun shone bright through the glass of the greenhouse and forced flowers and maybe fruits out of the end. Maybe he would come back and see what her little shoots had produced. He straightened up and as he did so, critical green eyes found her touching the badly done stitchs on the top of her head.
"Oh Nayru... what on earth happened to you? Who stitched you're head like that?"
It was very clear to him that the stitches needed to come out and the wound properly cleaned. He was looking around for appropriate scissors and cleaning materials as he spoke. He might have to take her back to the Cabin for proper treatment if she had no sufficient items here.
word count;;
"speech"
He was lucky that Nayru was in and not out patrolling the borders. It would have been just his luck to come and try and find her and her not be here. Saul gave a soft smile towards the contrasting female as she straightened from watering the buckets of mud she had been concentrating on. He really hoped that one day Nayru and Gideon realised they just might have feelings for one another. It would make both of their lives much easier it seemed. Still, Saul wasnt one to mess with the lives of others so he left it alone. If they wanted to dance around it until kingdom come, so be it. He grinned softly as she opened the door to her greenhouse and greeted him with enthusiasm.
"Very well, Nayru. And you?"
He returned as she guestured for him to enter. It appeared a lot of Nayru's greenhouse had been destroyed during the snowstorm but she'd managed to patch it up okay. And his quick green eyes saw the small shoots of various plants coming through on some of the pots of mud. It seemed she hadnt been crazy then. Saul crouched down for a moment to look at one of them, wondering what it would become when the summer sun shone bright through the glass of the greenhouse and forced flowers and maybe fruits out of the end. Maybe he would come back and see what her little shoots had produced. He straightened up and as he did so, critical green eyes found her touching the badly done stitchs on the top of her head.
"Oh Nayru... what on earth happened to you? Who stitched you're head like that?"
It was very clear to him that the stitches needed to come out and the wound properly cleaned. He was looking around for appropriate scissors and cleaning materials as he spoke. He might have to take her back to the Cabin for proper treatment if she had no sufficient items here.
word count;;
"speech"