Dogs. Who knows. Sina smiles anyway, not having any idea what collies are, but able to assume they are along the same subject lines. It's then that Fern mentions the Wardens again, and joining them, and Sina can't help but look a bit concerned. "I'm sure you can," she says with a reassuring smile, "...I've... never been able to, not for the Inquisition." Lightly touching her glowing sternum, Sina hopes that's explanation in itself. "But even if... you don't, there are other ways to stay useful. Like gardening." Her smile grows, a bit of pink rising in her cheeks. Heyyyy join the garden staff
Fern looks to the green glow embedded in Sina's chest and winces again; yes, she understands, and it shows clearly in her expressive eyes. She also notices that smile, the blush, and finds herself smiling back again. Shyly ducking her head, she reaches up a hand to rub the back of her neck.
"Um," she starts, the noise halfway to a nervous giggle. "I can garden... And I know some spells," she adds quickly, "for keeping the frost at bay, if that's needed. Maybe not so much here as in Ferelden, our winters were bitter cold."
What a way to ramble, good job, Fern. Blushing, she asks, "You like gardening?"
This merits a giggle, as much in empathy as in Sina's own flustered amusement. Fern has a sweet smile, and such emotive eyes, and it's difficult not to be taken by them. "I'm the head gardener," Sina laughs, amused by the fact that she never bothered to say, and that most people still don't know without being told. "I came to check the fruits here, to make sure they're growing as intended." Here in the crazy magic forest.
"You're the gardener for the whole city, too?" Fern asks, looking both surprised and a bit awed; she never thought that a city would give an elf like them that kind of responsibility. It's the wrong conclusion to draw, but not exactly an illogical one; the Chantry grounds are in Hightown, which is about as far as one can get from the Inquisition's headquarters in the Gallows.
Then, deciding to summon up her courage and just Go For It, "Do you need help? With the gardening? I mean--can I help?" This said with another small smile that probably looks more hopeful than she intends it to.
Sina's blush returns; she's never been able to handle any kind of flattery, or... you know, people looking at her that way. She's always been so matter-of-fact about her roles in the clan and the Inquisition, it's hard to see anything exciting about them.
She looks surprised by Fern's question, if only because she can't imagine why that would take so long to ask. "Oh-- always," she replies, "the more people willing to help, the better."
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Sina smiles anyway, not having any idea what collies are, but able to assume they are along the same subject lines. It's then that Fern mentions the Wardens again, and joining them, and Sina can't help but look a bit concerned.
"I'm sure you can," she says with a reassuring smile, "...I've... never been able to, not for the Inquisition." Lightly touching her glowing sternum, Sina hopes that's explanation in itself. "But even if... you don't, there are other ways to stay useful. Like gardening." Her smile grows, a bit of pink rising in her cheeks. Heyyyy join the garden staff
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"Um," she starts, the noise halfway to a nervous giggle. "I can garden... And I know some spells," she adds quickly, "for keeping the frost at bay, if that's needed. Maybe not so much here as in Ferelden, our winters were bitter cold."
What a way to ramble, good job, Fern. Blushing, she asks, "You like gardening?"
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"I'm the head gardener," Sina laughs, amused by the fact that she never bothered to say, and that most people still don't know without being told. "I came to check the fruits here, to make sure they're growing as intended." Here in the crazy magic forest.
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Then, deciding to summon up her courage and just Go For It, "Do you need help? With the gardening? I mean--can I help?" This said with another small smile that probably looks more hopeful than she intends it to.
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She looks surprised by Fern's question, if only because she can't imagine why that would take so long to ask. "Oh-- always," she replies, "the more people willing to help, the better."