One really nice thing about having your own house and your own land as opposed to an apartment or inn room was just that; having your own land. There are opportunities for landscaping and gardening! Beautiful flowers and bushes and growing your own food! These were all things Lydia had looked forward to with the coming of spring - there was just one minor problem.
The girl lacked a green thumb. It was probably more of a brown thumb, possibly even black, with the way her gardening adventures had gone.
Late snows in the season had wiped out some seedlings at one point. The planting of seeds too shallow or too deep in the soil had wiped out chances for them to sprout properly. More seedlings she had finally sprouted again met an untimely demise at the hands of Aeriel who decided they'd make a good bed to wallow around in. No. Every endeavor made in gardening by the green haired elf met in failure. It left the area around her porch and to the side of her house looking bare and left Lydia feeling ever so disappointed.
She wasn't quite ready to throw in the towel just yet, however. But first and foremost, she had to restock up on some supplies - namely some more seeds since she had lost so many. Again. Lydia made a long trip this time, a little ways north of Rhydin to the greenhouse where Zeme worked. Zeme, most certainly, had a green thumb. Radiant green! So Lydia spent some time asking her advice about gardening and growing things. After that, she picked up many a seed, a brand new spade, then ventured out of the greenhouse to wander back home.
That was her intention at least.
Outside the greenhouse, Lydia spotted a small crowd gathered. Since she was naturally quite curious, she meandered closer that way, waiting for the crowd to part enough so that she could see just what, or who had everyone's interest. It turned out to be the latter; a who.
A goblin, to be exact. Short and spindly, with greenish brown skin and yellowed eyes and teeth. He was adorned in a garish yellow and orange pinstripe suit and proudly gestured to his displayed wares, resting within an open suitcase. It reminded Lydia of Poppy, and when she had first seen the woman peddling her wares in the Outback. The goblin himself... he reminded her of G. Not because G had always warned her not to talk to goblins, but because of his smile, which was strangely charming in spite of his yellowed teeth. The way his eye ridge waggled at the ladies also reminded her of G. Just a little...
"G'day madam!"
The others gathered about seemed half interested in the goblin, who was now looking Lydia's way, addressing her. G had always said 'no goblins!'. But what did G know? This was the same man who called her a freaky deaky elf. She frowned at the memory of it before remembering manners and smiling pleasantly to the goblin, offering a nod of greeting.
Just what was it he was selling anyways?
The girl lacked a green thumb. It was probably more of a brown thumb, possibly even black, with the way her gardening adventures had gone.
Late snows in the season had wiped out some seedlings at one point. The planting of seeds too shallow or too deep in the soil had wiped out chances for them to sprout properly. More seedlings she had finally sprouted again met an untimely demise at the hands of Aeriel who decided they'd make a good bed to wallow around in. No. Every endeavor made in gardening by the green haired elf met in failure. It left the area around her porch and to the side of her house looking bare and left Lydia feeling ever so disappointed.
She wasn't quite ready to throw in the towel just yet, however. But first and foremost, she had to restock up on some supplies - namely some more seeds since she had lost so many. Again. Lydia made a long trip this time, a little ways north of Rhydin to the greenhouse where Zeme worked. Zeme, most certainly, had a green thumb. Radiant green! So Lydia spent some time asking her advice about gardening and growing things. After that, she picked up many a seed, a brand new spade, then ventured out of the greenhouse to wander back home.
That was her intention at least.
Outside the greenhouse, Lydia spotted a small crowd gathered. Since she was naturally quite curious, she meandered closer that way, waiting for the crowd to part enough so that she could see just what, or who had everyone's interest. It turned out to be the latter; a who.
A goblin, to be exact. Short and spindly, with greenish brown skin and yellowed eyes and teeth. He was adorned in a garish yellow and orange pinstripe suit and proudly gestured to his displayed wares, resting within an open suitcase. It reminded Lydia of Poppy, and when she had first seen the woman peddling her wares in the Outback. The goblin himself... he reminded her of G. Not because G had always warned her not to talk to goblins, but because of his smile, which was strangely charming in spite of his yellowed teeth. The way his eye ridge waggled at the ladies also reminded her of G. Just a little...
"G'day madam!"
The others gathered about seemed half interested in the goblin, who was now looking Lydia's way, addressing her. G had always said 'no goblins!'. But what did G know? This was the same man who called her a freaky deaky elf. She frowned at the memory of it before remembering manners and smiling pleasantly to the goblin, offering a nod of greeting.
Just what was it he was selling anyways?