Who: Briar Moss and Trixie Espinoza What: The only people Briar likes quick are kids When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Around town Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
The whole school thing was never going to be over for Briar at the rate he was going. He’d already had to commit to summer classes when he wanted nothing more than to be able to be out in the garden, working with his plants and the medicines that came from them. Not all of them, of course, some he kept just because he liked the way he looked, or, if he was feeling a little mushy, because Cassie had said she liked them. Rosethorn would have plenty to say about him planning his garden around what anyone else had to say about it and not what was good for the plants. She’d have more to say about the fact that he’d poured a little more magic into some of them than he really should have to make sure they all bloomed at once. He wanted to impress her with what it would look like when it did.
At least, he did if he could get out of the school thing. He liked to read and learn as much as anyone, more than a lot of people, but he didn’t see any point in the education he got here and he hated being cooped up all day every day. But losing part of his summer for it was what he got for shirking, he knew, and so he was going to go without much complaint and hope that got him the freedom he wanted.
He was on his way back home to his garden when he felt it, the tug and snap and discomfort of flowers being yanked, and since it didn’t really hurt them too badly he would have left it alone if they hadn’t been griping in his magic about the little human messing up their display. They were going to attract folk a lot less kind about it than he’d be at the rate they were going, so Briar just altered his path around a corner and a few blocks down to find the shouting, shushing the plants as he got closer with assurances that he’d take care of it.
“You’re hurting them,” he told the kid he found ransacking a patch of bushes by the side of the road. She was little, a little younger than Evvy he thought, though he’d been here so long he felt like he barely remembered. “Yanking on them like that’s just gonna make them mad.”