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∞ 82: Waiting for the next step [action]

[Now that things have calmed down around the village and the rain from earlier in the week has dried, Albert is getting around to cleaning up his poor garden. Long-wilted white and blue moonflowers and morning glories litter his garden where trellises are propped up next to them, so he's pruning and plucking them out from between the growing flowers.

His horse is hanging around the house today, eating from a bale of hay.

It's a pretty idle scene on a sunny day. At least he's not closed up in his room, reading old books and drinking wine. That can be saved for tomorrow, when the weather's even warmer.]

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[Since it's such a nice day, Caesar has decided it's probably about time that he went and spoke to his brother. He spots Astrid near the house before he actually sees his brother, so he lingers about for a while until he finds him.

...of course, when he does see Albert working in the garden, Caesar pauses and just kind of stares at him for a moment. Because... what are you doing, Al.]

[Albert has not yet noticed his visitor, so he continues working on a particularly sad-looking set of vines with many wilted flowers. This certainly doesn't count as a strategist getting his hands dirty.]

[Albert has his flowers to tend to. Raine's on the other side of the house, checking on the state of the herbs and vegetables. Occasionally she'll check on the clothing line, which has drying curtains on them. Some things just seemed better off being sun-dried than dryer-dried. She's also wearing a simple straw sun hat.]

[Today? Well, Buffy's dropping by on purpose. She was going to march right on up and knock but seeing Albert in the garden changes her mind.

She calls out, instead:]

Hey!

[It's a little while before Albert rounds the house, followed by Astrid. He loosens the bale of hay so it's easier for the horse to pull apart.]

...How are the tomatoes?

[Albert looks over towards the road when he hears the familiar voice, dusting at his gloves as best he can while holding a pair of scissors.]

Good afternoon, Buffy.

[She looks up from where she had been tending one of the plants.] ... Under the circumstances, they're holding up a lot better than expected. They're still small, but hopefully they'll be able to grow in some peace for the next few weeks.

How are the flowers looking?

[No, it really doesn't. Caesar adjusts the strap of the bag he's carrying over his shoulder (because he couldn't forget his brother's clothes, nope) before he finally decides to walk over and stand beside Albert. He doesn't say anything right away, though, instead just watching him work on the sad little flowers.

Caesar can tell that he knows what he's doing. And this is really weird to him.]

[Well, now it would be difficult not to notice he's being watched. Albert doesn't stop clipping the dead flowers and dried-up leaves as he speaks.]

No ridiculous quips today, Caesar?

Peace. We're reaching the end of the month ... so we'll see. [He shakes his head.]

There are many dead flowers, but that isn't surprising for this variety. It should look better once I've finished maintenance.

[It's because he's speechless.]

Uh, since when did you...?

Tend flowers? [He finishes the question for Caesar, taking a freshly-fallen moonflower and holding it between two fingers in front of the younger Silverberg's face.] You were still young, so I would be surprised if you knew I spent time out in the gardens.

[Caesar looks at the flower for a moment before he decides to take it into his hands.]

Huh. [His first thought was that maybe it was something he got into here. He kind of felt better knowing that wasn't the case, however.] You really do learn something new everyday. I had no idea they were yours.

Mmm. [She dusts her gloved hands off on her gardening apron.] It probably all looks a lot worse than it actually is.

[Aerith is surveying the flowers, taking note of the damage. The flower shop didn't end up with quite as many dead...they probably got lucky.]

It hasn't been a very good time for the plants.

And who did you think cared for these flowers? [He inquires dryly, returning his attention to the vines.]

When the flowers die daily, of course. It would look worse than simply bad weather and neglect.

Who else? [He holds onto the flower, though he goes back to watching Albert work.] I suppose it makes sense, now that I think about it. The garden was arranged far too perfectly to have been cared for by anyone else in the village.

[He takes note of his visitor, nodding slightly.] Indeed. I suppose I should be relieved they haven't burned away.

Genis? [It's a sarcastic answer before Albert continues.] I do hope you are here for reasons other than to gawk.

Of course, of course. It just so happens that I don't remember what those reasons were! Such a shame. [He shrugs.] Take a break for a while.

[Frey was walking by and noticed a head of red hair, pausing by the yard. That's.... Albert, right?

He remembered him from their conversation over the journals. Might as well say hello properly, then.]

Hello.

[Albert snorts, faintly displeased, before pocketing his scissors and turning to give Caesar his full attention. He takes note of the bag over the boy's arm.] Are you finally returning my clothes?

They are too big for me. [And even if Albert never brought it up again, it would be impossible for him to forget about since... well. They were Albert's.] I was going to wash them, but knowing you, you'd just wash them again anyway, so I didn't waste my time.

[Albert pauses in the middle of clipping a leaf, turning his head towards the voice before allowing his hands to fall to his sides. He recognizes the prince's face ... though he had somewhat expected him to be slightly taller.]

Greetings, Prince Freyjadour.

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