Or attempting, in any event. She'd traded a fella for some bulbs he claimed to be magic, that would grow into flowers capable of healing most ailments.
But the instructions for how deep to bury them and into what kind of soil had been complex, with the assurance that if she did it wrongly, they'd have no powers atall.
Thus her fixation was immense, the length and breadth of swearing muttered under her breath was eloquent, and she did not at first notice the eyes lurking in the treeline.
Though the wayward youth did try and keep his mouth in check when the gentle she wolf Dyname was around. He found her quite fascinating and pretty. Gods she was pretty. But that was neither here nor there. A creature of such grace and refinement would not want a boy with an uncouth mouth and an even deeper predilection for lies. Mostly little white ones about how he was. But sometimes he could spin a yarn that could make your hair raise.
And as such in his bumbling need to help his mom with the garden. Because he was determined to learn how to heal himself.
ma! 'ow do dese lettle shets get planted?
All too late he realized his mouth went to fast and he blushed beneath his dark fur. When he saw the pretty Dyname. And looked at his mother with wide embarrassed eyes.
Lyra blinked. She remembered the face. A pretty thing who'd brought the Sea with her, and quickly caught Mal's eye amidst the crowd. Had she changed her mind about his charms, and come for his company? It 'tis, aye! And she's been shapin' up int' quite a place o' business. Boss'll be inside if yer lookin' fer 'im.
She had magic plants to... plant.
Lonán appeared next. Lyra grinned at her son, and gladly took up the torch of vulgarity in the wake of his bashfulness, They's bulbs, see? Now, trick wit' fuckers like 'tis is t'bury 'em exactly 'alf an' arm's length down, bloody red clay underneath 'em an' three o' the greenest damn maple leaves ye've ever seen on top. Then, what ye'll 'ave t'do is—
"I am Ampoule—"
Ear twitching, Lyra lifted her gaze again to the elegant woman. Looking for someone.
And had found her, too. Dyname whisked the nymph's attention near instantly after.
Standing, Lyra motioned her son to follow and stepped toward the center of the yard, Well, well! Been avin' our wayfarers spread word we was lookin' t'reunite 'tis lost lass wit' her family, while we tended 'er wounds an' such. Glad we are t'facilitate such a joyful occassion. Eh, mo chuisle? Green eyes flicked down to Lonán.
Would he be willing to part with his sweetheart on such short notice? Would he interfere with his mum's negotiating fair trade for the labour involved in keeping the girl on her feet? They'd shortly find out, she supposed.
