10-01-2016, 02:00 PM
There was a bit of a wait before the door was answered. During that time Margot had shrugged at William when he offered the lawnmower and leaned back to survey as much of the yard as she could see from the front door. When the door swung open with a What?, Margot twisted back around to greet the reclusive old man with the clear smart eyes. In answer to the question, she'd bent down to gather up the tote bag that had some to rest at her feet, and held it up in front of her in indication. "Gardening?"
Oh yes, that was today. He gestured them aside so he could lead them to their instructions, and Margot carried her bag of tools back along with her. When Arturo greeted the outside world like an old friend, Margot exchanged a glance with William and raised one eyebrow behind the old man's back, but followed along after him all the same.
The side yard they were led along into was impressive, to say the least. She'd peered over the property with William once before and noted the massive tree, the dense yards and tangled green grass. Standing within the yard was another story, though, and being on ground level in full sight of that monstrously large tree left her feeling smaller than the ocean ever did, somehow.
Arturo warned them not to go near the tree, and she stared suspiciously at the wood-grown monolith a moment longer. "Glad to," she agreed with a small dark bite to her voice (that distrust shining through, for the tree now as it had been for the chessboard in the study), and shifted her attention along with the indication toward the side plots of gardens that lined the estate. It was as Nihm was explaining what he wanted done that she was counting the plots, and when he explained that they would move on to the lawn when they were finished she looked at him sharp-snap-quick with her eyes wide with muted disbelief. <i>Really?</i>, that look said. <i>You want two people to do ALL of this in one afternoon?</i>
As Nihm took his leave with the explanation that he was seeking warmer clothes and would return expecting an answer, Margot gaped after him for a second, then let the tote she was carrying drop to the ground by her feet. She looked to Will and stared at him for a second too, then shook her head and bent her knees to crouch and start digging in the bag. "So he wants us to garden with Magick, apparently, because we'll be here for four days straight without it." Pink-and-purple flower-print gardening gloves appeared from the bottom of the bag, and Margot tugged them on brusquely. When she rose again she planted her hands on her hips and frowned at the plots in front of her. Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact when she presented her suggestion. William had never met Ned to know this, but the stance and tone both echoed strong a learned pragmatistic manner from the Orphan Carver.
"I know enough Life to make things wither, but... I don't know if I can make the impact wide-spread enough to do more than a plot at a time. Maybe I could try speaking with a spirit for help? I don't know how much I trust the spirits lurking around here, though..."
Oh yes, that was today. He gestured them aside so he could lead them to their instructions, and Margot carried her bag of tools back along with her. When Arturo greeted the outside world like an old friend, Margot exchanged a glance with William and raised one eyebrow behind the old man's back, but followed along after him all the same.
The side yard they were led along into was impressive, to say the least. She'd peered over the property with William once before and noted the massive tree, the dense yards and tangled green grass. Standing within the yard was another story, though, and being on ground level in full sight of that monstrously large tree left her feeling smaller than the ocean ever did, somehow.
Arturo warned them not to go near the tree, and she stared suspiciously at the wood-grown monolith a moment longer. "Glad to," she agreed with a small dark bite to her voice (that distrust shining through, for the tree now as it had been for the chessboard in the study), and shifted her attention along with the indication toward the side plots of gardens that lined the estate. It was as Nihm was explaining what he wanted done that she was counting the plots, and when he explained that they would move on to the lawn when they were finished she looked at him sharp-snap-quick with her eyes wide with muted disbelief. <i>Really?</i>, that look said. <i>You want two people to do ALL of this in one afternoon?</i>
As Nihm took his leave with the explanation that he was seeking warmer clothes and would return expecting an answer, Margot gaped after him for a second, then let the tote she was carrying drop to the ground by her feet. She looked to Will and stared at him for a second too, then shook her head and bent her knees to crouch and start digging in the bag. "So he wants us to garden with Magick, apparently, because we'll be here for four days straight without it." Pink-and-purple flower-print gardening gloves appeared from the bottom of the bag, and Margot tugged them on brusquely. When she rose again she planted her hands on her hips and frowned at the plots in front of her. Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact when she presented her suggestion. William had never met Ned to know this, but the stance and tone both echoed strong a learned pragmatistic manner from the Orphan Carver.
"I know enough Life to make things wither, but... I don't know if I can make the impact wide-spread enough to do more than a plot at a time. Maybe I could try speaking with a spirit for help? I don't know how much I trust the spirits lurking around here, though..."