[ There was a lot to work on the garden upon returning from Dorchacht. Given for at least two weeks the cottage was entirely abandoned, all residents taking a vacation somewhere far away. "Vacation." Please, no more vacations like this. Caster spends a few days lazily, in that he doesn't attend Coven lessons much and he doesn't pick any of his many part-time jobs. It was spent making the garden making more presentable. And later, making it more presentable than Everett's.
You know, it's war, a competition.
As the madness descent at night over the night and is curbed through it— Everett might find his garden to be a subject of far more mischievous competition. There are enchantments set on tomatoes that make them explode at the touch. Potatoes dig themselves out of the ground if approached and then run away on tiny legs. Herbs disappearing from their place, only to appear somewhere else. The culprit eventually shows himself, looking not a bit apologetic although slightly shifty.
Caster is hiding something behind his back, but the stranger is his form. Instead of the familiar Witch stands a creature resembling a Fae. Skin at many places marred with patterns resembling that of a tree bark or leaves— forms resembling leaves and small branches sticking out from his scalp and neck, although the thin, delicate antennae coming from his forehead are correctly insectoid like (there are bugs that mimicry leaves and foliage, he seems to have taken their characteristics). From wait up he's not wearing anything aside from a large and warm shawl draped over his shoulders. ]
Hey, Everett. I got something for you. Consider it an apology gift. [ Uh, huh. He seems to be planning something. ]
Gardening - Full Moon times
You know, it's war, a competition.
As the madness descent at night over the night and is curbed through it— Everett might find his garden to be a subject of far more mischievous competition. There are enchantments set on tomatoes that make them explode at the touch. Potatoes dig themselves out of the ground if approached and then run away on tiny legs. Herbs disappearing from their place, only to appear somewhere else. The culprit eventually shows himself, looking not a bit apologetic although slightly shifty.
Caster is hiding something behind his back, but the stranger is his form. Instead of the familiar Witch stands a creature resembling a Fae. Skin at many places marred with patterns resembling that of a tree bark or leaves— forms resembling leaves and small branches sticking out from his scalp and neck, although the thin, delicate antennae coming from his forehead are correctly insectoid like (there are bugs that mimicry leaves and foliage, he seems to have taken their characteristics). From wait up he's not wearing anything aside from a large and warm shawl draped over his shoulders. ]
Hey, Everett. I got something for you. Consider it an apology gift. [ Uh, huh. He seems to be planning something. ]