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Where M'sieur?

*kicks some leaves and rubbish aside*

There!

I think it is a crocus.

*hands and knees time!*

Ohhhhh...

It'll probably bloom tomorrow--or the next day.

I think it will be purple.

*though, with his color-blindness it is hard to tell*

*pokes at it*

It's gonna get trampled M'sieur.

*frowns*

It did pick a rather poor spot to grow.

*considers*

If we dig up its roots we could transplant it to a safer location.

Where would that be?

*another poke*

*thoughtful*

Somewhere where there are not many people walking.

I suppose I could take it out of town...

You could M'siour?

I could.

Or I could keep it in a pot indoors, but really this one should be out of doors.

*poet logic*

ohhhhh....

*tilts his head to look at the plant better*

why?

This flower is trying so hard to grow outside. It seems a pity to take it indoors when it is doing so well out--

and Antheia might be displeased if we stole it.

Antheia?

Attendant of Aphrodite, she is one of the Charities--ah, the goddess of flowers.

ohhhhhhh...

*totally lost*

oui. of course.

*nods--he is usually fairly oblivious to this reaction, and it is a common one*

So as to not anger the goddess, it is best that the flower is kept outside.

*nods and pokes the flower one last time before standing*

Oui. When people're angry, people get hurt. best not to let that happen.

Where? :D

*points to the spot*

I believe it will be a crocus.

Maybe...purple? *peers at it, pondering*

*kneels slowly and looks at it carefully*

Are you fond of flowers?

*dips his head a little*

Oui. I have a small pot of them in my room--flowers that is. They're interesting to cultivate.

And they're pretty of course.

I feel like everyone should have a little plant in their room. It brightens any day!

*nods*

That they do!

Mine nearly wilted, but it turned out I had been giving them too much water. I eased up on the amount I watered them and now they are doing quite well. Not so much as a withered leaf!

Well, I'm glad! Wilting flowers always made me quite sad.

I feel melancholy myself when I see flowers not faring well.

How did you find it?

Going for a walk this evening. I saw a bit of green poking up from underneath the debris.

Perhaps spring is close!

Perhaps it is.

I hope it is, winter lasts far too long.

Are you well this evening?

Well enough. Yourself?

Very well!

Anything of interest happening?

Unfortunately, no. I have allowed myself to become too distracted with watching over Grantaire. Thus, things are progressing only slowly.

That's a good cause in and of itself, Enjolras. How is he faring?

As well as can be expected, which is somewhat poorly. I have had to give up on weening him off alcohol; having some seems to take an edge off the danger presented in removing his other vices.