[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Meg nodded, her smile freely given, You think I’m gonna remember all the turns on my own? Chuckling, she’d shake her head, I’m better in the woods. Oh! Maybe another time we can take a walk through them? I can show you what plants not to touch. She’d been in the city for a few weeks and while there was some green in Kirkwall, she missed the familiar noises and smells of the forest.

The garden was a perfect compromise for the moment and Meg moved to check on the tree, a hand running down the bark, checking that it was flourishing in its confined space. Nature survives in the bleakest places. It brings people a lot of comfort, she’d quietly observe, turning to join him on the bench.

It’s partly why I have a lotta plants back in my loft. Some of them are… well, a lot are meant for healing, but there are a few flowers too. [/qMaybe she’d bring some here, add to the rest for the locals, Meg would think quietly, letting her eyes wander. [q]...What else does Nairn like?