Well Re-Met

Xanadu Weyr - Garden
An arch woven from the tendrils of a willow tree stretches overhead lightly creeping with ivy as one steps in from the meadow into this sanctuary of green. Cool gray flagstone carefully spaced enables a soft velvety moss to thrive within the cracks, and creates a single wide pathway that fluidly breaks off into two paths of stone once free of the natural arbor. It is a wonder this place, and meticulously tended from the way it seems not a single leaf is out of place. On either side of the main path expansive grassy patches are trimmed short and edged behind with natural tan colored stone selectively chosen to stack just right. Beyond these are a line of fine puffed shrubberies in vibrant green intermingled with flowering bushes of brilliant pinks varying in hue from the very light to the very dark, which causes the occasional snowy white blossoms of other scattered here and there without worry to simply pop out of the scenery.

Directly in the center of the garden is another wall of intricately stacked stone, this of muted grays, creating what from the air would prove to be a perfect circle. It's been set high for safety, but not so much as one would not be able to lean over it to admire what lies beyond, either standing or sitting at the smattering of benches whose backs are set every four feet along it. Flush to the ground inside it's protective stone outcropping, is an enormous twenty foot wide fish pond. Within one can glean the metallic glint of playful goldfish, the unhurried cruise of fat koi, and even a frog or three among pale yellow and white flowering water lilies and their thick green pads.

The trees surrounding the entire garden were planted to give the impression that they had always been here, not only lending to a rustic look, but also eluding to the beauty that can be found among the wilds if only one might just look for it. Species vary from the ordinary Birch and Pine, but the flaming red capsules of the Indian Shot to the robust orange spokes of the Firewheel tree suggest the spice of the exotic. The two paths leading away from the entrance have come full circle, wrapping around to meet each other on the other side, yet still continue on to the far left and right. One path leads off deeper into the surrounding woods, while the other wider; cheerily decorated with brightly colored slabs of painted stones.

Though used to the heat of Xanadu, it's still taking Marel a while to adjust from the intense cold of the 'Reaches, one of today's efforts exactly what one shouldn't do in unbearable heat: she's pinned and tied her long hair up high on her head to stop it bothering her, her neck and shoulders exposed. Maybe the clouds overhead will be her only mercy. She walks slowly through the garden, back along the same row time and again, idly studying the different hues of blossom to be found on a particular row of shrubs, the fallen petals of several different varieties set out in a little circle on the palm of her left hand, fingers curled to try and prevent them from blowing away.

Idrissa had to figure out something to do to keep herself from heading back to the stables, after a quick trip to the kennels she was able to pick up her canine. The large tan and gray colored canine is following at her sides and seeming rather bouncing as he gets to go out wandering! The two are making their way on through the gardens, the canine bouncing a few steps ahead of his owner and eagerly sniffing over the ground. A few moments pass and Asher (the canine) catches the scent of another and is quick to make trod forward towards where about Marel happen to be it seems.

With her focus distant, Marel is slow to notice the approach of Asher, and it's only when it would be impossible to miss him that she clocks his presence. Her first instinct is to try and preserve the petals, and, well, best laid plans and all… In trying to save them, the lightest of breezes casts them adrift and fluttering to the floor, even though she tries to snap her hand closed around them. She doesn't have much time to worry about that, for not knowing whether Asher is a pouncing-greeter sort of canine has her holding her hands out to pre-empt any jumping up. "Hi," she tells him, as if he's a person and not a canine, green eyes lifting to Idrissa in the distance. "…Yours?" she calls.

Asher is luckily not the type to jump up and greet people anymore, he has been trained well it seems! The large dog comes to settles in front of Marel, his tail wagging about and thumping against the ground with a soft wruffwruff escaping him while his tongue hangs from his mouth and he seems to 'smile' just with no teeth seen. Idrissa watches as she continues to follow along, knowing her canine won't do anything crazy it seems. A smile is seen and she nods to Marel. "Hi, and yes. His name is Asher."

Glancing down, Marel notes the 'smile' from Asher and can't seem to help but smile back, though she's reluctant to deliver any pattings without asking, a silent, head-tilted query angled across at Idrissa before she so much as moves a hand. "Hi, Asher," she says lowly in the meantime, only to have to confess to his owner, "I'm sure we've met before, but I've forgotten your name. It feels rude of me that I know his and not yours." She offers over a hand, careful to keep it high over Asher and not give any false hope of a pat just yet. "Sorry. I'm Marel."

Idrissa watches Asher and is very happy that he is being so good at the moment! It wasn't always this way after all. She takes in a soft breath and shifts peering towards Marel and smiles once more. "I'm Idrissa. We've met a few times though you were a bit smaller." She doesn't expect to be remembered the other girl has been through a lot recently after all. "Welcome back to Xanadu by the way." Asher sniffsniffs up at that hand that is over him and he whines a bit but stay put in his place at least.

"Thanks." Marel's try for a genuine smile shades a little wry, still that tiny bit uncomfortable with her absence (or the nature of it). "And well… re-met, I guess." /That/ brings her smile up to something more like the real article. "Did a lot happen while we were away? I'm still catching up with bits and pieces here and there, but some people don't seem… comfortable chatting about it all." All the while looking to her for permission, she offers a hand out to Asher for him to sniff if he likes; will offer pettings if he's amenable.

Idrissa nods and chuckles. "Sok." She offers softly while rubbing at her arm a few times, there is a set of scars seen upon her right forearm which is normally hidden by long sleeves, though with the warmer weather she isn't trying to keep warm. "Well, some happened. I don't always keep up with some things. Sort keep to myself a lot over at the stables." She blinks and ohs, a faint blush seen. "You can pet him, I'm sorry his nice really." Asher wiggles even more once hearing the permission is given. The canine snuffles out at Marel's hand and gives it a slobber lick!

Marel's brows dip, betraying her concern, when she catches sight of Idrissa's scars, but she politely averts her gaze and finds herself with a slobbered-on hand to distract her from asking potentially upsetting questions. It's with her other hand, the non-slobbered one, that she gently pets the canine with, not wishing to run slobber over him. "Oh, I guess the craft must keep you busy," she says quietly. "I just started work at the garden shop and, well, I've never really… worked before." With her hair pinned up, it's easy to see how she blushes. "My mother would laugh at me. Okay with dragons and a canine makes me look all awkward."

Idrissa titls her head and seems amused at the bit on the other being awkward with a canine. She smiles and chuckles before nodding a moment. "Its alright, if it isn't something your use to I can understand fully." For Rissa the fact that she is talking to someone with ease is the real surprise, one good reason behind it is that Marel is not an adult so it is a bit easier on the shy girl. "The craft Well ya, I'm sort of working hard to get back in it." Plenty of things that could be asked and the answers on them all could be upsetting. "How do you like working there?" Asher tilts his head and leans into the petting's, seeming happy for the attention.

Sympathy (or what Marel must believe is understanding on her part) edges an otherwise calm gaze, 'back' being the word she seems to have homed in on, a slow nod given as she carefully increases the pressure behind the hand petting Asher. "I'm sure it'll be worth it," she states. "I mean, wanting to work hard is half the battle in the first place, right?" Don't people say that? As for her work: "It's… fun. I like it and I want to learn. I'm sure some people think I should take up a craft, but I don't know which I feel a /pull/ to. My brother's thinking about the Smithcraft."

"Hopefully." Idrissa says softly while she chews on her lip. She does want back into beastcraft but at this rate she is going to be so far behind she wonders at times If it would be worth it. "Well, if you like it that is what matters. That's alright. I know Soriana took a while to find something she wanted to do. Me I've always worked with runners so it just sort of came naturally to join." At the bit on the girl's brother wanting to go into the smithcraft a smile is seen. "Tell him to talk to Kale. He is my boyfriend and is in the Smithcraft. He'll tell him anything that he might wish to know, maybe even able to show him some things too." Asher closes his eyes, wiggling while happily leaning more into the petting's, his tail causing some leaves to fall of a few low growing plants.

"Oh!" This news, of Kale, the Smithcraft, his being Idrissa's boyfriend, makes Marel regard the apprentice anew, but she manages to turn her moment of (supposed) light-dawning into nothing more than, "I met him the other day. I think Muir has spoken to him, yes. He seems a good sort," said earnestly. Though she can't help but crack a grin at Asher's reaction, she reluctantly draws her hand away from him and straightens. "I hope it all works out with your craft. Closest I've been to it is having runner riding lessons - anyone who can really work with runners, hey, you must be good," she says, every bit as sincere as she was earnest. "I should get back to the shop. I think I've worn out my break!" Not without rueful laughter and the absent wipe of her slobbered hand on her dress. "Nice to meet you. Both of you." Another quick smile, then she turns to dash back through the garden, headed the way of the shop.

Idrissa tilts her head and smiles to Marel. "His a good guy. That is good to hear, I bet Kale will help him figure out if he wants to really be in the craft or not." She nods while shifting back slightly, Asher lowers down and flops upon the ground getting nice and comfy it seems. "If you ever want lessons again, just let me know. I'm a rather good teacher so I've been told." With a smile she waves after Marel. "Have a good day, nice speaking with you." Asher barks out his goodbyes as well.

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