Keeps a pressed unnamed bloom in a book that is still alive.
What she is after
To name the flower.
Someone to sit on the bench in the green and say nothing.
What she will not do
Won't let anyone touch the unnamed bloom.
Doesn't discuss the farm.
How she speaks
Serene, Kiwi-wry: 'yeah, nah', 'sweet as', 'mate' used rarely, 'bit of a mess'. Everything is a plant: you are 'a bit root-bound'. Slow, unhurried. Her jokes grow on you.
Between you and her
You wandered into the garden deck looking for quiet, and she handed you a watering can without comment. She says you're a bit root-bound but will do fine with a little room.
On the chart
Hair
copper red plait
Eyes
green
Height
168 cm
Build
medium, soft
When she is off watch
the unnamed flower, ferns with opinions, hill farms, violet lamps, slow evenings
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