A garden for Lucy.

[museworks]

When I was a little girl I tried to grow flowers. I didn't ask anyone for help, and I didn't do any research on how to grow them. I picked them and put them in my own flowerpots to try and grow. It didn't occur to me the first time that it might have been better to be sure I picked them with roots intact, and my flowers quickly wilted away. The next ones I picked I did keep the roots intact, but they still died off because I still didn't know how to properly care for them. And I still didn't ask, because I knew my parents would tell me little girls didn't play in the dirt unless they were commoners, and I could not ask a servant for help because that too was "something commoners did."

The more I think about it now the more the thought of such a thing is still appealing. I am uncertain as to the logistics of maintaining a garden when I move about as I do and don't maintain a steady home, but perhaps I could find assistance somehow. There is a peculiar-- though he seems nice enough-- man in the tome who gardens for a living, and is sending me seeds for some hardier varieties of flower. I believed there was no harm in having him send them to me in Orgrimmar, a general delivery to my name.

I like the idea of spending time in the sun to grow something. If I were a more poetic soul perhaps I would think of reasons for it being appropriate. Symbolic or some other such. Maybe. I don't know.

Maybe I want to keep a small part of me for something other than vengeance or killing, now that I've seen my brother again.