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[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Things have been quiet in the apartments of the Mighty Nein. Mostly because there's only three left. Beau's not one to make social calls. Not to Molly, now, who's got Fish to keep him company and who Beau has to account for if she wants to hang out with him. And especially not to Yasha, who exudes quiet like Jester exudes (not exuded) happiness and Caleb awkwardness. But at the end of the day, it's lonely in Beau's apartment and she hasn't got anywhere to go but, well. Up.

To the garden. It's not literally the end of the day but the start of one, a fresh morning after a lonesome night with some beer, making small talk at a local bar. It's not the same though, which is why Beau goes seeking out Yasha in the most relaxing environment she can think of. If the woman isn't there, at least Beau can smell the flowers. ]

[stormchasing]

[Yasha has been quiet even for her. Part of her wishes she could just disappear into the woods, into a task set out by her god, but even he is silent and unfelt here. Just like how everything else feels since the rest vanished. Silent and unfelt.

It makes her skin crawl with unease.

So, she keeps to herself in the garden, tending to it the best she can in Caduceus' place. The visitor isn't so much a surprise, Molly and Fish have been up to see her recently, but it's been too long since she's seen Beau.]

Morning. [Her voice is unbearably soft as if to keep from breaking the quiet of the morning and from behind some roses(or something like roses) she's watering before the sun's heat.]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ She knows it's just phrasing, but all the same... ]

Yeah, neither good nor bad. Just morning.

[ She keeps her voice soft too, but for Beau that's harder, the natural roughness adding strength to what she wants to keep quiet. But she tries and saunters closer, hands in the pockets of her pants, trying to look nonchalant. ]

How's it going? The whole garden, I mean.

[ Since they lost Deuces. ]

[stormchasing]

[Yasha doesn't disagree. The worst of the mornings has passed, but they aren't exactly good yet. Not yet. Maybe one day. So long as she still has Molly, where he can be alive, then Yasha can't truly complain.

She watches Beau come closer before drawing her attention away so as to not make the other uncomfortable or to feel awkward herself.]

I... well Caduceus was better at this, he taught me some but... well most of it is still.. alive? [That's something, right? She isn't a green thumb and she can't talk to the plants so... yeah she can only keep what she can alive and hope.]

[flurry_of_beaus]

[ Beau reads some self-doubt in Yasha's statement and responds in her own way to reassure. ]

Better than I would do.

[ There's a pause. ]

My father tried to teach me something about the vineyards. He only shoved me in with the books because I kept stomping on the grapes.

[ Does she regret it now, being an ass to her father? No. He showed his colors in the end. But it's not exactly the best behavior for a kid, she knows that. ]