SCAWWY 😱 marina

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With black irises, these exotic and unusual blooms symbolize elegance, mystery, and rebellion. The rhizome of the iris is diuretic, emetic, expectorant, and purgative - that is, it eliminates matter from the body. Used most for dropsy (edema), along with treating coughs and hoarseness.

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wknd 0; sunday

[concoctive]

[ alfyn is squat down at the garden, not doing anything to it but just sort of surveying what's there. he roots his gloved hand a little in the dirt on the edges of it, though, just taking in the quality of it curiously when compared to... all the rest of this place.

despite the familiar way he crouches, practiced and balanced and steady, his shoulders are tense, his back curved like a drawn bow. ready to release.

he's not paying much attention to anyone coming up on him. just in his own head as he does this. ]

[engraven]

[ marina approaches quietly, though as she sees how he's so drawn into his work, she actually gives pause a bit of a ways away and makes sure the sound of her shoes click against stone. ]

Hooooooi, Alfyn.

[ calling before getting nearby. sometimes you know a man carries an axe, and you have only known him a couple days, so. ]

What're you up to?

[concoctive]

Ah -

[ there's a flinch of a jump, and his gloved hand digs a little deeper into the dirt to keep his balance as his other one raises in an aborted movement. therion'd have his head for not paying attention, letting someone come up behind him when he's not there, but he doesn't need to know. so all alfyn does is twist a little, before offering marina a weak smile. ]

Hoi, Marina. [ a careful touch to the dirt he's disturbed, smoothing it out and rolling his shoulders to ease away some of the tension. ]

Just lookin' at what they've set up in the garden. Don't recognize some of it, but the one with the purple mask and curly horns said to talk to anyone that wasn't the red-faced one about the plants.

Just, uh, don't feel like it right now when we just got told that we're planned to be cult sacrifices?

[engraven]

Don't blame you for that one there. Let it simmer a bit.

[ she watches that flinch - used to it maybe. she's seen jumpy boys, boy singular. from the front, he'd jump even at the sound of his own name or the slightest creak of a floorboard. she smiles a little bit. ]

And... yeah, we're planned sacrifices, sure, but we've got time. More than I was given last time if they are to be believed [ she's maybe a bit skeptical still, but there's no point in stepping on the gas now, so to speak. they don't have the resources for that ] I have hope for the... forty of us. Whew. What a number.

[ she picks her way over carefully to crouch, not seeming to mind her skirt spreading a little in the dirt. ]

Anything of use here so far?

[concoctive]

[ at least he settles back down easily, not so much jumpy as he was just surprised and a little... tense. but all of them are probably tense in some way, after that, and he's used to seeing the more skittish get stabby when startled. ]

Big number of sacrifices. Bigger than the last cult we had to tussle with, and the lady that we were gonna square off against - just wound up here before I could take part. So I hope my friends are alright. But it means we can stand a chance, here, I think.

[ pokes the dirt, sullen and worried. ]

Yeah. Be useful for things like astringents and pain relief, but I gotta get permission from I think Death to pick anything. I don't wanna step on any toes when they're trying to figure out how to get us out of here.

[engraven]

[ noooo watches him poke the dirt and kind of shuffles a little closer, watching. ]

Better to tread lightly now, you're not wrong. I'd rather not do anything that gives them any excuse to speed things up.

[ she furrows her brow. ]

How many of you are there...? Back home, I mean. Sounds like a big undertaking.

[concoctive]

[ marina you like them pathetic. ]

Famine said not to bring any hairbrained ideas, basically, but I think maybe if we can get some ideas we can bring them up to them.

[ he gives her a little smile when she shuffles closer, but doesn't call attention to it. ]

Eight of us, all together. We all kinda made connections outside of us, or had them already, so we had people we could rely on, too. But for the big stuff it was us. What about you?

[engraven]

It was the fourteen of us total on that train... though. The number's dwindled significantly since we got off it.

[ a little tilt of the head while looking downwards. ]

We shared a dream, visited by one who speaks for the moon god Rher, telling us we were to be contestants for this... festival of Termina. Kind of all spiraled down from there.