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entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
perennialpetals) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 07:17 pm
[Open] Let's go in the garden...
Who: Rose Quartz and YOU ✿
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
Where: The gardens
When: Backdated to before the Sleeping Curse Event
Rating: G or PG is my best guess
Summary: Rose is in her element and makin' it grow, whilst trying to keep her mind off of the festered problems between her and Amethyst/Pearl.
The Story:
Of late, this particularly large and pink woman has spent most of her time keeping to the corners of the mansion and the grounds, studying the lifeforms there, both sentient and non. Rose was never one to be entirely opposed to socializing, though of late, her mind had been plagued with concern. Namely, in regard to Amethyst... and especially Pearl. There were obvious bridges burned by her choice to give birth to her son, an exchange that was paid with the price of her very existence. There was damage that she could no longer be ignorant to here in Wonderland, where -once again- she was herself and her comrades were present. There was much work to be done, and only time could begin to truly heal those wounds. Amethyst had been far more upfront about some of those issues, but Pearl? It was subdued, but Rose had no doubts that it would eventually drift to the surface.
And anticipation is an awful thing.
It was that very discomfort which initially lead to her venturing out into the gardens nightly. "Breathing" life into plants was one of Rose's handful of special powers, and helping the bushes, shrubs, and trees to grow and bloom brought a particular peace of mind and spirit. Until today, she hadn't run into anyone, simply tending to and helping the plants to sprout and rise up strong while no one was paying attention.
Today, she was doing much of the same, except this time, she was the inattentive one. A song spills from her lips as she tends to a tomato plant, and over the course of a the song, the small sprout grows tall and strong, buds opening up to reveal yellow flowers.
What a show that would be if anyone were to stumble upon the scene.
picks up baby leash and picks up the baby
Mostly because this child is the first person in Wonderland to show anything beyond their natural capabilities of pleasantry.
It's refreshing. Maybe that's not a healthy conclusion, but given the way she's feeling regarding Amethyst and Pearl, it's oddly helpful to be face to face with someone who isn't going to tiptoe around any of their issues with her... even if their issues are limited to first impressions.
Rose can't help but smile. As cynical and sarcastic as the child is, it's still a little cute. Then again, that's probably just Rose's horrible bias in the favor of humans.
"I'm sorry you didn't care for it; maybe I should sing louder," she lightly teases, though the joking is so flippant, that there's no dedication to back up her threat of singing again.
"Or if you want revenge, you can subject me to your singing." Though it's just as teasing, this time Rose means it; she honestly wouldn't mind one bit. It would be fair, after all.
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Of course she is. She's big. Chara isn't. She's a little tall to be a human, but she sure does act like one. It's just like an adult. Assume they don't have to take it seriously, because it's coming from someone less powerful than they are. She's just having a laugh at Chara's expense. Poking fun.
They sink down from their tiptoes, shrink behind the hedge again for a bit - only to pop out from the other end. Now that they've come around, they can really see how big Rose is, and therefore how utterly dwarfed they are. That's fine. It's fine. They've beaten things bigger than they are before.
"I'm not singing. Neither are you. What, do you come from a world that's just a Disney movie? Do people burst into song at random all the time where you're from?"
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Knowing her form is intimidating, she buckles down low to the ground, laying stomach-down on the grass. Now the child is taller, and hopefully that will help.
"Well... yes, we do sing a good deal. Is... that strange?" she asks, genuinely curious, honestly seeking wisdom from a being a sliver of a fraction of her age and wisdom. Human children may be small, but that doesn't mean they don't have their own wisdom and intuition that should be respected.
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So they... keep their distance. For now. Just until they can figure her out. Real temping to kick her, to just shove their heel right in her face, show her that they're somebody to be taken seriously, but... not worth the risk.
Instead, they just lie outrageously. To see what kind of reaction they'll get. To see if she actually takes it at face value or not.
"In my world," they explain, "songs are traditionally the means we use to challenge each other to fights to the death. Are you trying to fight to the death? I'll fight you to the death, you know. It happens all the time back home."
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She purses her lips for a moment, pondering.
"Besides, on my world, singing is a form of self-expression, for good and for bad. There are songs about all kinds of awful things, but there are also songs of peace, love, life, and birth. Now that you know, surely you don't think my suggestion was meant as a call to a duel," she adds softly, expression collected and naturally warm.