[Open Catch-all][March]

[claritatis]

Who: Ignis & you
When: All through March
Where: Specified in TLs
What: Open catch-all for March quests and such
Warnings: None yet
Warnings: Prompts in TLs inside the post, also open to wildcard prompts!

Comments

[bloomly]

Not a fan of physical labor? ( she says, teasing him, but there's something more grateful in her smile as he sinks down on the ground next to her. polite, she offers him the small garden spade so that he doesn't have to get his hands dirty; she'll do that part herself. ) Or do you not garden, much?

( she's trying to make conversation partly out of apology, but also because work goes quicker when there's something else to focus on, too. so she slides down from him to start doing up some other holes, more than content to get her hands and her dress dirty, seemingly unconcerned. )

I actually used to do this sort of thing all the time, back home. It's a little different here, of course.

( mostly because the flowers don't really speak to her. yet. )

[claritatis]

On the contrary, I'm entirely accustomed to physical labour.

[If one counts fighting their way across the country, battling monsters and soldiers alike as 'physical labour'... Ignis certainly would. She has him right with her second question though, and he doesn't mind making conversation.

If he did, he wouldn't have agreed to stay here in the first place.]

Though admittedly I haven't had much time to turn my hand to gardening. [Despite that, he doesn't seem adverse to getting his hands dirty. Ignis dresses smartly, but his hands are those of a swordsman, not a diplomat.]

I thought it would be a novel experience.

[bloomly]

And is it? Novel, I mean?

( she thinks it's sort of cute--she lifts her head to look at him for a moment, but he seems more than comfortable getting his hands dirty, even though he's making far less of a mess than she is. he seems like the careful type. smiling, she turns her attention back to where her hands are settling in, rounding out holes before starting new ones. )

The feeling of growing something, or helping something grow... It feels really good. Like you've put something good into the world.

( a soft laugh, as she wrinkles her nose. she's never really put it into words before. so, cheerfully, she switches topics as she rocks off to the side, some, to finish up the last of the holes. )

Tell me what you did, back home. Something physical? But your hands are very...smooth.

[claritatis]

I suppose it is.

[He doesn't catch the way she looks at him with how he's utterly focused on what he's doing. It might be a new experience but he approaches it with the same level of careful dedication that he gives to every other aspect of his life.

And she's right, it does feel good to put something back into the world.]

I'm the personal advisor to the crown prince of Lucis. [He turns one of his hands over. While the tops are as smooth as she says, his palms and fingers show the wear of holding a weapon.]

His advisor, and his defender where necessary.