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Draugr is by Haley!
The garden was a familiar place for the woody-hued Associate. Draugr did not spend an excess of time around these plants, but she had learned the very basics from Odessa, and her job indicated she ought to take stock of these plants now and again -- along with the storage. Having just come from the storage, Draugr was in a rather good mood -- there were many supplies from the Boreas wolves, and Salsola's coffers brimmed with trade goods. Draugr was not old enough to have gone on the last Freetown trip, but she had heard stories and vaguely remembered. Perhaps there would be another one soon.
As she was only traveling a short distance, Dyrne was left to wander around the house, attached by a long lead rope to Dra's home itself. The dark-furred wolfdog was contemplating building a fence; it would be nice to have a little corral where Dyrne might roam freely. One of the slaves might be able to accomplish this -- surely, if Gjalda had constructed the stable, a fence would be no issue whatsoever. Dra was still contemplating this as she meandered toward the garden, already the sweet stink of many plants pervasive in the air. It was spring, and this was their time.
She was therefore not surprised to see the garden in full bloom -- another sight did surprise her, however. The pale blonde fur of Foxglove was unmistakable, nestled amongst the green of the plants and colors of the flowers. Draugr hesitated, hovering near the edge of the garden, before stepping forward. Hey, she said, rather casually -- she and Foxglove were of the same rank. What are you planting? The inquiry, too, was casual, but curious, too: Dra studied the new additions and the stirred dirt around them with pale purple eyes, wondering.
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