The First-- erm. THIRD Day

Characters Alexa, Alekzandyr
Synopsis Alek and Alexa discover the garden
Out-of-Character Date November 2, 2018

Igen Weyr - Hydroponic Gardens
Vibrant sights and smells greet visitors to a lush desert oasis that oughtn't exist here in the crater of Igen Weyr. Everywhere one looks, lush greenery waves lazily, hiding growing lights and the fixtures which give off the subtle lighting. The cavern, a natural bubble in the rock, is mostly round - there is no closure to the outside, and there's a tapering off at the back before exploding into another bubble further back. One can just see that the next "room" leads to yet another room even further back.

There is no set aisle through the plants. Walkways meander here and there, sand heaped along the floor and kept warm by whatever device gives the Hatching Grounds their warmth. The heat is not as intense here, but the mist generated by clever automatic sprayers lends humidity to the air. Tubs of various depths and sizes are scattered higgeldy piggeldy, and the plants in them seem to have no rhyme or reason. Aromatic scents give the hint that kitchen herbs and useful vegetables have been scattered among the decorative flowers and trees.

The chain of rooms are obviously a newer addition, perhaps onyl a few decades old. Insects buzz about everywhere, and there is a quiet twitter of avains and firelizards, who seem quite at home here among the vegetation. Near the door, a wooden rack holds a few pairs of shoes, encouraging visitors to go barefoot.


"Dear Diary, it's day three in this wasteland that they call a weyr. I have sand in places that I didn't know I had, and I suspect that was the reason for the grit I experienced while attempting to eat breakfast this morning," Alekzandyr dryly admits aloud as he wanders through the kitchen on an exploratory mission of investigation. He may very well be aware of the reaction his appraisal brings about, given his location at the time, but he ignores any clattering of pans, gnashing of teeth, or snide commentary. With the heaviness of a sigh, he pulls open a set of doors and steps through into a wonderland of green. This, obviously, catches all of his attention in one fell swoop. He doesn't even care when the doors swing back and push him forward a few staggering steps, green eyes wide as they sweep over all the plants. He turns towards someone, anyone that might be close by, grabbing them by the sleeve and leans in, "Get everything I own and move me in, immediately…" without bothering to even check to see who it was he'd snagged.

Naturally, the first thing Alexa did (after dumping her stuff into her room and making sure to lock the door) was to find the library. And she's probably been there ever since. But today, at least, she's accompanying her brother on a journey of discovery through their new home. Since she's already found the most important room, there's little interest in their wanderings. Which means her nose is in a book, attention ninety-five percent on the content. The other five percent is used to keep track of Alek, though his captain's log of their ventures is ignored. Mostly. It's the sudden grasp of her shirt, the sudden declaration that she do something (rhetoric as it might be) that brings the sigh and a final lift of her eyes. Blink. Squint. Peeeeer. "Did we wander all the way to Ista?" She's mostly joking. Mostly. (That book is super interesting! She has no idea how long they've been walking).

Alekzandyr on the other hand? He'd done considerably less dumping and more hermiting. After bringing his things into his room, he meticulously unpacked and set things up exactly the way he wanted them. The bookcases he demanded, thankfully, had been installed to his exact specifications as well as the UV lights he needed for his personal collection of plants. It's taken him a few days to get comfortable with this new space, and only then had he suggested to Alexa that they at least try and have a look around. Eyes darting towards his beloved sister for her joke, Alek tsks, releasing his hold on her shirt to stroke the tips of his fingers affectionately along the edge of her book. "How you manage to navigate safely with your nose ever shoved in there, I'll never know," is breathed on exhale, stepping then to take a closer look at a species he couldn't quite place three seconds after glancing at it. "Hmm, must be a hybrid…" Taking a clipping for himself as to unravel the mystery when he was once again alone, he looks back towards Alexa, "We're supposed to be exploring this dreadful place together Allie dear, don't make me take your little friend away…" he teases with a wry grin.

"It's easy," declares Alexa. "I don't." Finding a suitable stopping point, a handy ribbon gets draped between the pages and the book gets carefully shut. "I just keep you in the corner of my eye, and you do all the navigating for me." Beaming a smile, she tucks the book beneath her arm and turns her attention toward to the room (is it a room? A chamber? A black-hole of mysterious plant-life?) as it rightfully deserves. "It is nice," she decides, following Alek further into the garden. Clippings taken, an eyebrow is lofted in feigned consideration for whether or not such a thing is allowed but, as Alexa doesn't really care, no comments are given. The plant seems perfectly healthy despite its loss of leaf, and no one's coming after them with pitchfork's raised, so must not be too out of line. "I'm exploring," she argues, taking further steps into the garden. And even *GASP* in a direction different than her brother's. "See? Totally exploring this… rose… bush… thingy." Squint. Closer inspection at least reveals that it does, indeed, have flowers that look like tiny roses, though calling it a rose bush is rather inaccurate. "It smells nice, at least." And it's out of the baking sun, so she can't complain. "Good place for a picnic."

Brows lift when Alexa explains how it is that she never collides ever with anything whenever they were together no matter how deeply engrossed she was with her current literary selection, aghast at the conclusion, "I feel so used," Alekzandyr proclaims, feigning hurt in stark contrast to her radiant grin. Of course he was kidding, the pretense falling away in light of their surroundings and takes the time to give it his own special sort of attention. Unlike his sister, as much as he wanted to, he doesn't allow himself to get sucked into the black-hole of plant life as much as he wanted to. He wasn't joking when he said he wanted to move in there the second he'd seen it, wandering deeper within but keeping an eye as to where Alexa goes. They surely could be separated without ill effect, but a few days was really all that Alek himself could stand before he needed to be close again, not particularly caring how it may look to any outsiders. "It's better than nice, it's fantastic." Twirling the clipping he'd taken between his fingers, he crookedly grins and shrugs for his sister's lofted brow. He does what he wants, when he wants. He had been careful in deciding where to cut, and that plant would be no worse for wear because of it, plus he had made sure no one else was looking when he did it. If anyone asked, that leaf fell off all on its own, he was merely cleaning up like a good and respectable citizen. Pausing in his wandering, he peers past that familiar blonde head and then side-eyes directly towards it, "Close, it's a primrose shrub," he comments in passing, taking her at her word that it smelled good, already having moved on to a rather large aloe plant that has his fingers itching to break off a piece for himself, "You sure you don't want to thumb through a few books on botany?" Alek? While he loved all plants, all the time, he had a passion for those that had genuine and lasting effect on human beings. Curative and deadly. "Hmm?" Looking up, he glances back the way of his sister, followed by a distracted "Yes, I suppose."

"Used? Noooo," drawls Alexa, a quick grin flashed in answer to that assessment. "Not used. Trusted." Trusted, not to lead her into walls. But as they are out of walls (and somewhat away from people, though undoubtedly there are other souls touring the garden, the harper feels safe enough to wander on her own. She doesn't go far. She's just no longer hovering at her brother's heels like a loyal canine. But there's no way she's going to be getting lost in the sea of plant life suddenly surrounding them in the desert of all places. Once her admiration of the primrose shrub is complete (and to be fair, it was not a lengthy study. More of a 'oh, pretty? moving on now' sort of thing), she slides back over to check out whatever it is that Alek is checking out. Plants? They're nice. Some of them are pretty. Alexa appreciates the ones that provide shelter (from snow, rain or the ridiculous sun) and the ones that smell nice. That's about where her appreciation stops, however. So while she'll peer with some interest at whatever green and growing thing her brother's studying, a few seconds later there's a somewhat bored exhale and a slide of that book out from beneath her arm. "Okay well… I'm just gonna… go over here and lean against this tree while you do your… thing." Plant-things.

"Hmmhmm," Alekzandyr hums with a slow and dubious nod of his head, leaning in towards another plant that he doesn't immediately recognize. Truth be told, he sort of wishes that he'd brought his journal, rather that then take another possibly forbidden clipping. Ah well. Snip. Snip. What he had brought, for whatever reason, was his clipping sheers. He tucks away those bad boys after a hot second and add the second clipping to the first, but this time as he moves on he's on a mission to find a sample jar, and once he does, those get put in it with a few drops of water before corked closed. That should keep them from withering before he's had a chance to sketch and research a bit. As for getting lost? It was a big place, but it completed a circuit and once you were around it, you were back where you started. So no, no getting lost. Ding. Bonus. So engrossed is he with his next subject that he hardly notices when Alex arrives to join him, taking note only when she speaks, at which point he distractedly grunts something affirmative. 'Yeah okay' or something like that. It wasn't because he didn't love her, of course he did, Alexa was the only thing other than plants that he cared about at all. They could do their own thing without any pressure to be anything other than occupy a similar space, happy just to be near her. Another clipping taken and he continues on with his journey of discovery, adding a few more greens along the way, and ending up leaned against the very same tree. Arm to arm, that's all he needed. "What are your thoughts on Igen?" he asks idly, holding his specimen jaw upwards and level to his own eyeline.

Alexa will just leave him to it, tucking herself beneath that tree and quickly absorbing herself with her book. There's a sense (call it an Alek-sense) that keeps tabs on where he might be, but otherwise it's all about whatever-it-is she's currently reading. She's probably through one chapter and into the next by the time he's done with his plant-stealing, leaning against her tree and inquiring about Igen. A sigh. A nose-wrinkle. A little 'mm' as she slides the ribbon between pages and considers the question. "It's hot." It's half sarcastic quip, half lamentation. A tip of her head and she flashes a grin up at him and his specimen jar. But more seriously she decides, "It's alright. I don't hate it. The sand is a bit annoying, but I don't need to go into the bowl too much."

Plant-stealing at it's finest. Though, Alekzandyr would have done it regardless of whether or not anyone was here to watch him do it. That knot on his shoulder, healer craft, he takes it as a free pass to help himself to whatever would benefit his education. Namely, whatever he thinks will benefit his education. That spoon. This beaker. And so on. Now that he was done acquiring samples, he's more interested in what Alexa's been up to, even if he could wager a guess at this point, knowing her as he did. Sliding his eyes to the corner closest to his sister, he watches the stages of disentanglement, knowing that an answer to his inquiry was on the horizon only once that ribbon was in place between pages, "Well, yes. It's a desert location, Allie." There was amusement there, earning her a brilliant show of teeth as well as a soft chuckle. "Ugh, the sand. It's everywhere. In everything. The riders and such carry it in from the bowel and the cavern winds do the rest." Alek didn't have to ask to know that Alexa had found the library the second she could and then practically barricaded herself within it. Likely, this was the first real time she'd come up for air other than for a quick meal or bathroom breaks.

"I was being sarcastic," notes Alexa with a roll of her eyes. "Obviously, he's a desert." And heat, and sand, are just another part of that. Facts of life, now that they live in Igen. "It does," get everywhere. "But I dunno… maybe it won't be as bad as snow." And slush. And mud. And all the stuff that comes with winter in the north. A shrug of her shoulders dismisses the matter, idle fingers toying with the end of her ribbon bookmark. "It's a Weyr. I like that about it," she decides. "Better than those stuffy Holds. And the dragonriders are nice…" she decides, in a voice that suggests she's not talking about their personalities.

Alekzandyr laughs, "Oh, I know." There was no getting around the heat, not unless one hid away like the twins did in their individual sanctuaries of joy. For Alexa, the library and for him, any place where there was green-growing things that interested him. This is why the hydroponic gardens were such a welcomed surprise, up to this point he'd thought he'd have to be satisfied with those plants he'd brought with him or ordered. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as much of a disaster as he had started to think on his first day, surrounded by sand and cactus and not much else. At mention of snow, Alek cringes, it killed everything or at least put it into a state as close to death as possible. The cold wasn't so bad though, because layers took care of that effectively enough. Heat, on the other hand, would prove to be a worthy adversary. Luckily, there wasn't much reason to go outdoors here, and the caverns made for a cool respite. "Certainly will save on clothing," he admits, considering that he tended to favor clothing in white and grays, more often than not ruined by the previously mentioned mud in the Spring and Autumn when the rain was at its worst. Tilting his head as he turns his body to more directly face Alexa, "Oh? Care to share what it is about the dragonriders you find so nice?" He could wager a guess, but he wanted to hear it directly from the source, lips curled up into a grin.

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