Post by Seraph on Dec 26, 2021 14:13:13 GMT
Name and costume notwithstanding, the man before her reminded Elia less of a spider and more of a squirrel, or possibly a very enthusiastic puppy. It was only half a moment before he was up and running off again. Perhaps that spoke to some truth about a degree of self-healing, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel it would harm nothing to take a moment to slow down and settle on the next step, rather than running off all the time. He could have simply moved to the sidewalk, or one of the nearby benches that studded the walking path - or he could have just stayed where he was. It wasn't as if the flowers were going to become any more crushed.
City people seemed to be like that. Much like the city outside, where everything moved too fast for her. Elia had come here for a moment's respite from all that, but it seemed that the sense of busyness pervaded even here. She exhaled slowly, not so much a sigh as a meditative release, and gave Dr. Holt a slight nod. "I'll tidy up here." She didn't tell him whether or not to go after the overactive man - that would be his choice, of his own free will. Elia only indicated her own choice, and let it be. If the man was hale enough to walk, then he didn't need her, and she'd let him sort out his own business.
For her own part, she let her fingers move through the flowers. She had no special affinity for such things, but her homeland was a rural one, and there was no child raised there who didn't know at least the simplest matters of planting and growth. Crushed stems could be cleared away, or nipped off above the crushed part and placed hopefully back in the ground. Some plants could re-root, from a cutting. Whether or not this was one of them, Elia did not know, but it did no harm to try. The parts too mangled to replant could be torn small and placed around the roots of the plants remaining, to compost and help retain moisture. She brushed displaced earth back into the flowerbed, then sat back on her knees and folded her hands.
"Lord, by Your grace." It was not a prayer of injuncture that asked anything of God. Whether or not He would choose to do anything about the flowers was up to Him, and to think He had not already noticed all this in His omnipotence was misunderstanding of Him. Instead, her prayer was one for forgiveness for the minor trespasses committed here, and one that asked for guidance, because Elia had no certainty at all over what she was meant to do next.
City people seemed to be like that. Much like the city outside, where everything moved too fast for her. Elia had come here for a moment's respite from all that, but it seemed that the sense of busyness pervaded even here. She exhaled slowly, not so much a sigh as a meditative release, and gave Dr. Holt a slight nod. "I'll tidy up here." She didn't tell him whether or not to go after the overactive man - that would be his choice, of his own free will. Elia only indicated her own choice, and let it be. If the man was hale enough to walk, then he didn't need her, and she'd let him sort out his own business.
For her own part, she let her fingers move through the flowers. She had no special affinity for such things, but her homeland was a rural one, and there was no child raised there who didn't know at least the simplest matters of planting and growth. Crushed stems could be cleared away, or nipped off above the crushed part and placed hopefully back in the ground. Some plants could re-root, from a cutting. Whether or not this was one of them, Elia did not know, but it did no harm to try. The parts too mangled to replant could be torn small and placed around the roots of the plants remaining, to compost and help retain moisture. She brushed displaced earth back into the flowerbed, then sat back on her knees and folded her hands.
"Lord, by Your grace." It was not a prayer of injuncture that asked anything of God. Whether or not He would choose to do anything about the flowers was up to Him, and to think He had not already noticed all this in His omnipotence was misunderstanding of Him. Instead, her prayer was one for forgiveness for the minor trespasses committed here, and one that asked for guidance, because Elia had no certainty at all over what she was meant to do next.
