green leaves are calling to my heart.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-06-2012, 10:24 PM

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Her recent promotion had the woman smiling, she couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was rising through the ranks due to her hard work. At first she hadn't been that active, but now the woman took every opportunity to interact with her bretheren and she quite enjoyed the fact that the greenhouse was now in her care. Even though the inside was heated during the winter obviously now that it was spring the plants were doing much better, seeming more perky and potent. Any time something was in full bloom she harvested it and dried it, taking what she could to the storage facility for communal use. In the few days she had been tending to the greenhouse she had noticed a difference, the plants seemed to rise to her, enjoying her touch and voice.

It seemed silly, but she sang to them when she was alone and she was sure it helped them. It might be an old wives tale, but she had heard it from someone and she enjoyed doing it. The woman exited the mansion and walked over to the greenhouse, opening the door and gabbed the beat up water can, her gaze flitting over the healthy plants that resided within. Finding everything well at hand she backed out and closed the door, jogging to the back of the structure where the rain barrels were kept. She dipped the vessel in the water and walked back to the front of the greenhouse, going inside and sprinkling the plants with the reviving liquid. She repeated this process a couple times until all the plants were watered for the day and began her inspection of the plant house.

Dirt had been scattered all over the floor from other canines harvesting plants, and at this she snorted feeling quite displeased. Before she went to grab a broom though, she noticed a few of the troughs that housed the plants were getting quite shabby and were nicked and broken in places. Frowning, she looked around the greenhouse. A few pots had been stored there, she supposed salvaged from human ruins and they were exactly what she needed to carry out her next operation. The youth dragged one over and began carefully scooping the dirt around a certain bed of plants into it, leaving the plants till very last. As gently and as carefully as she could, she placed the plants into the dirt of the pot. This finished, she shook the dirt off of her hands and examined the damaged trough again, finding more damage as she looked.

Wood would only last so long, and she found that it hadn't been treated as she had initially assumed. The bottom of it had almost completely rotted and as she lifted it up with some difficulty it did just that, the rotten pieces falling limply to the ground. Her tail swishing behind her the woman frowned, unsure what to do about this. It would seem she would have to chop some wood and fashion a new trough. Nothing she couldn't handle.

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