Post by lovedbyyendis on Oct 27, 2020 18:17:26 GMT -5
Having heard that no one was able to care for the shrine of Chauntea, Aria felt called to help.
She spent hours weeding each of the beds to perfection, tossing the weeds to the trash.
She rested, and spend the next day collecting supplies to work further in the beds.
Her bedtime reading material consisted of books borrowed from Kale's shelves about successful gardening. Something she'd never attempted.
Upon awakening she spent time gathering bits of what she deemed rich soil from the roads between Greatgaunt and Valkur's Roar and transporting them load by load to the shrine.
When she'd transported a satisfactory amount she gathered several wooden posts and paints and supplies from the shop in Valkur's Roar. She carved each post, the tips into beautiful, elegant flowers, and painted them carefully. She laid them upon the rock borders to dry. She gathered her books and laid there in the sun as the paint dried. The sun was setting as they did. She packed away her books and journals carefully.
She placed the painted flowers sporadically throughout the beds, adding a bit of color where there was none any longer.
Stepping back she smiled at the changes that had been made. Nothing extravagant, but something to show that she cared.