I HAVE LOVED THE STARS
too fondly to be fearful of the night
Terrastella has become more of a home than he had ever hoped for , as had Novus .
The rituals can be done in peace , and he can worship his many earthly deities as well as the ones here on Novus . Find peace in life and death , and grow his herbs , and dig out his little garden .
Grimwyck had found himself a little home on the outskirts of the swamp , the soils rich and perfect for his herb and tea garden . It had been easy to dig out an area to put down stakes , to lay out his home . To build himself a small shack with reeds and foliage and steadily make it sturdier and sturdier over time . After all , time is all he had , ever since he had been gifted immortality . Grim lost the track of the seasons he had been in Novus , too , of when he had been in Terrastella . The little ramshackle lean-to became an honest to goodness hut that protected him from the heavy rains of the Spring and the snows of the Winter , a place to hang his ritual gear when he wasn't using it , which was most of the time .
Even now , it all rests hanging on a small peg on the far wall as he busies himself pulling small leaves off a tea plant to cure for later use . It can be dried out in the summer heat , and he has a place set up for it , away from the glass of the greenhouse , and he carries the leaves by the bundle , easily setting them out on drying racks and shaking the sweat from his brow and huffing out a breath , smiling and letting himself laugh a little , head tilting back before an ear flicks as he hears steps . There aren't many that come out this way , but already , he's reaching out to put a kettle on the ever burning fire in the little hut , mulling over tea options as he turns himself toward the edge of his little greenhouse .
" Don't get many out here , " he calls out softly , smiling as he peers a little , mismatched eyes glinting with a warmth as he lifts his head to his full height . " So I know it's you out there , Ophie . " He laughs , a deep and throaty noise , warm . But his tone is always deep , so deep . Baritone and rumbling , a voice of the earth . " Peppermint tea this time ? "
The rituals can be done in peace , and he can worship his many earthly deities as well as the ones here on Novus . Find peace in life and death , and grow his herbs , and dig out his little garden .
Grimwyck had found himself a little home on the outskirts of the swamp , the soils rich and perfect for his herb and tea garden . It had been easy to dig out an area to put down stakes , to lay out his home . To build himself a small shack with reeds and foliage and steadily make it sturdier and sturdier over time . After all , time is all he had , ever since he had been gifted immortality . Grim lost the track of the seasons he had been in Novus , too , of when he had been in Terrastella . The little ramshackle lean-to became an honest to goodness hut that protected him from the heavy rains of the Spring and the snows of the Winter , a place to hang his ritual gear when he wasn't using it , which was most of the time .
Even now , it all rests hanging on a small peg on the far wall as he busies himself pulling small leaves off a tea plant to cure for later use . It can be dried out in the summer heat , and he has a place set up for it , away from the glass of the greenhouse , and he carries the leaves by the bundle , easily setting them out on drying racks and shaking the sweat from his brow and huffing out a breath , smiling and letting himself laugh a little , head tilting back before an ear flicks as he hears steps . There aren't many that come out this way , but already , he's reaching out to put a kettle on the ever burning fire in the little hut , mulling over tea options as he turns himself toward the edge of his little greenhouse .
" Don't get many out here , " he calls out softly , smiling as he peers a little , mismatched eyes glinting with a warmth as he lifts his head to his full height . " So I know it's you out there , Ophie . " He laughs , a deep and throaty noise , warm . But his tone is always deep , so deep . Baritone and rumbling , a voice of the earth . " Peppermint tea this time ? "
@Ophelia
it's tea time baybeeeee!!
