Just decorative? Nayru hadn’t considered spending time on any one activity for merely pleasure; everything for her needed a purpose. However the girl wouldn’t accept purpose without passion, and it was this roadblock that caused her such conflict in deciding her future. Nayru glanced down at the anklet that adorned her left limb, and smiled. Bris had made it because she enjoyed it and it was beautiful, and Nayru wore it because Bris had given it to her and it was beautiful, but Nayru didn’t think she would spend time to create beauty. There was too little time and too much else to do and think about. Although, at times, she would sing and dance, but neither of these were real hobbies she perused. They were only what she did when she was alone and often while doing other activities or thinking. No, beauty was perhaps important, but her contribution to Dahlia de Mai even more so, and Nayru dismissed the idea of cultivating plants for decorative purposes. Perhaps beauty could be combined with what she did, but it could not be the sole purpose.
A favorite plant? Her voice was low and contemplative. Truly she liked many of them. The grape vines in the vineyards, the morning glories that grew by Nereid, the ivy that covered many of the houses in Wolfville. I like vines. Anything that climb. They take over anything they can, opportunist. They can strangle other plants, but they do it so slowly and they look so striking while they do it. A morbid answer perhaps, but it was the truth, and Nayru saw no reason to hide this from Anu. Do you have one? A favorite plant? Nayru thumbed the book somemore, her crimson eyes sweeping the room once more but having found her prize, found little incentive to search it further.
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