I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Who: Ginko and Katara and PLANTS
What: Garden-growing
When: Backdated to late Monday morning
Where: near the Avatar house
Summary: In which roots!metaphors are possibly abused, and Katara starts a garden with her Responsible Adult figure.
Rating: Angst. And fluff. Inevitable fluff.


So. It's been a day since the drafted returned from killing Third Party members-- and Ginko knows how he feels about that, both the returns and the killings. But rather than dwell too long on the gulf between those emotions, he resorts to doing. Work is the best cure for over-thinking, and he has a particular kind of work in mind.

So he goes searching for a certain draftee who he suspects that cure might benefit, pack a little heavier than usual-- being loaded full of an idea.

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[markofthebrave]

She takes hold of the small plant and cradles it gently in her hands. "Wow."

Katara just - stares as Ginko pulls out more and more seedlings ready to be planted. "Where did you get all of these things?"

He must have been preparing for a while...

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

"Different places." He feels this is ample explanation-- and it's the truth. Some of them are straight from the ground.

He rests his good arm over one leg and looks around at the garden waiting to be.

"Do you know of a good place for these?" He glances up at her with a light in his look. "I figured they'd be well-watered, near this house."

[markofthebrave]

She laughs a little. She can't help it. "Um... not too close to the house, I guess. Maybe on the northwest side?"

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

A chuckle-- no, close might be too close. "Mm. That sounds like a good idea. The sunlight should be alright there....." a grunt. "Provided it keeps rising and setting in the same place."

[markofthebrave]

And that wins a quick, amused exhalation of breath as Katara feels lighter - and more distracted - than she has in days. "I guess we'll just have to risk it."

She moves forward now towards the plants. "Let me help you carry them outside."

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Alright."

(Haha. Just as planned.)

He carries a good half himself, into the relative sunlight. The weather has been good for this sort of thing, recent rains included-- just an inhale tells that the earth is promising. He'll glance back at her when they've gone a few yards, nodding to the ground-- some places more sparse of grass than others.

"What do you think?"