if you are not beaten to the punch. 'tis a most dysfunctional situation we've found ourselves in.
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surely there are factions plotting this or that. mayhap there is one worth cultivating, rather than taking matters into our own hands.
[ what should be a warm and welcome escape from the frigid air outside is not quite warm enough to dispel the chill from one's bones. it is no wonder the plants struggle here. viktor wanders the walls of the garden, checking for gaps and drafts he can smudge away with a thumb. ]
a great deal of mutton to be found in the kitchens, too. and all of it reserved for his lordship. a dearth of proper seasonings, though. dreadful. i've taught the lass in charge of the gardens how to raise her peppers so they fruit reliably. this place may come to remember paprika, yet.
[ these lands had once been hot and dry, run through with dozens of rivers and streams. not so unlike Thanalan - if Thanalan had received the brunt of Dalamud's destruction, rather than Coerthas. only the oldest servants remember those days, and even then their memories are dim. painful to think about.
when he is sure no one is around, viktor spends a touch of his own aether to quickly transplant a struggling sapling he is fairly certain is an olive tree to a plot where it might grow better, shifting the soil content to accommodate its new home. ]
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surely there are factions plotting this or that. mayhap there is one worth cultivating, rather than taking matters into our own hands.
[ what should be a warm and welcome escape from the frigid air outside is not quite warm enough to dispel the chill from one's bones. it is no wonder the plants struggle here. viktor wanders the walls of the garden, checking for gaps and drafts he can smudge away with a thumb. ]
a great deal of mutton to be found in the kitchens, too. and all of it reserved for his lordship. a dearth of proper seasonings, though. dreadful.
i've taught the lass in charge of the gardens how to raise her peppers so they fruit reliably. this place may come to remember paprika, yet.
[ these lands had once been hot and dry, run through with dozens of rivers and streams. not so unlike Thanalan - if Thanalan had received the brunt of Dalamud's destruction, rather than Coerthas. only the oldest servants remember those days, and even then their memories are dim. painful to think about.
when he is sure no one is around, viktor spends a touch of his own aether to quickly transplant a struggling sapling he is fairly certain is an olive tree to a plot where it might grow better, shifting the soil content to accommodate its new home. ]