"Have you forgotten where you are?" Ienzo laughs, a sound that's somehow twisty-wry like something lurking in the slant of a shadowed corner and yet light-as-air out in broad daylight all at once. He shakes his head and plants his arms akimbo, clipboard dangling against his hip. "There's a reputation to be remade!"
After all, what's in a name like Radiant Garden, without a little greenery and a riot of other colors besides?
(We can't let the 100 Acre Wood hog all the fun with vegetable patches.)
"It's the perfect time, the right season." He tucks a pencil smartly behind an ear, looking over the tubing, the burble of the water pump, the occasional flash of orange and white beneath the surface, carp swimming in the fountain pool beneath. Ienzo consults his diagrams, then turns the clipboard around to show Terra. "We're trying something new. You could've have picked a better time to turn up, with those hands."
He takes a moment to take in his... (friend? more?) looking over the keybearer up and down, something gleaming far too indiscreetly in his eyes, with both of them exposed like this. It certainly makes a world of difference for his face, this unusual openness. Even more difficult to pin-point his age, with all avid keenness showing, asymmetry wrangled.
"It's good to see you." He beams warmly, and gestures toward the pallet of seedlings. "Want to jump right in, or.... do you want me to give you a walkthrough?"
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After all, what's in a name like Radiant Garden, without a little greenery and a riot of other colors besides?
(We can't let the 100 Acre Wood hog all the fun with vegetable patches.)
"It's the perfect time, the right season." He tucks a pencil smartly behind an ear, looking over the tubing, the burble of the water pump, the occasional flash of orange and white beneath the surface, carp swimming in the fountain pool beneath. Ienzo consults his diagrams, then turns the clipboard around to show Terra. "We're trying something new. You could've have picked a better time to turn up, with those hands."
He takes a moment to take in his... (friend? more?) looking over the keybearer up and down, something gleaming far too indiscreetly in his eyes, with both of them exposed like this. It certainly makes a world of difference for his face, this unusual openness. Even more difficult to pin-point his age, with all avid keenness showing, asymmetry wrangled.
"It's good to see you." He beams warmly, and gestures toward the pallet of seedlings. "Want to jump right in, or.... do you want me to give you a walkthrough?"