[He made a little deal not too long ago. It took some time for him to have the, uh, requisite motivation to make good on what he never promised, but given the star-speckled ceiling, maybe this came along at the right time. Little pieces of the Underground seeping in, bit by bit. He had to arrange things carefully, and he ain't much of a gardener, but luckily the flowers themselves are fairly prolific on their own. Don't require much watering, or even sunlight to flourish, just as they didn't Underground. Naturally invasive species, maybe.
They're pretty enough that he's thinkin' people won't much mind
A small crop of them starts to take root in the orchard, blanketing the ground in golden sprigs. The air around them almost feels warmer by association.]
hey, kid. you busy? got something for ya out in the orchard.
text, 5/06
They're pretty enough that he's thinkin' people won't much mind
A small crop of them starts to take root in the orchard, blanketing the ground in golden sprigs. The air around them almost feels warmer by association.]
hey, kid.
you busy?
got something for ya out in the orchard.