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[bythewaves]

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[boutant]

[ The bit of darkness in his voice makes her shiver, unseen by the locket. This is war -- this is what will happen, one by one, unless she can do something. ]

Oh, I will! Apples should be okay, right? With the weather? And... I always liked sunflowers, when I was younger.

[ Oh. She ducks her head, cheeks red; when she speaks, the pleased embarrassment is clear. ] Thank you.

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[bythewaves]

I would think so, yes. You may be able to persuade a pear or plum tree to grow as well - I fear I am not the best suited to ask, however.

Sunflowers? Aye, bright and golden - they would suit you, I think.

[ a soft amused huff ] I speak as I see, Ariadne, no need for thanks. But I am glad you approve.

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[boutant]

And tall, which suits me a little less.

Even without being an expert, you've been very helpful.

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[bythewaves]

[ There, finally, she's won a smile, although she cannot see it ]

Perhaps, or perhaps not. There is something to be said, little builder, about the thought of you lying amidst a field of golden sunflowers, reaching high above your head in a bright cloud.

Thank you.

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[boutant]

[ No -- but she can hear it in his voice. ]

I'll let you know if the dryads reply to me, okay?

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[bythewaves]

I am sure they will [ not an ounce of doubt ]

But I would be glad to know their answer.

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[boutant]

I'll talk to you soon, then.

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[bythewaves]

I will look forward to it, then.

[ If I am still here he does not say. ]