The Art Of Gardening
Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:00 am
It was no short walk, scourging the land of Sigil to find even a small plot of land for his scheme. Barely an alleyway, but there was no entrances in or out of this alleyway, and those ominous solid building appeared to give it a back wall. It was certainly gray and brown and dull at this moment, but the elf simply known as Celulith Joosceilurr looked upon it with promise.
However, as he traveled back and forth from the Beastland with sacks of dirt in tow, he noted to himself that he is certainly no druid. Sure, he could probably get a tree started, maybe even grow a nice little garden, but it wouldn't be True Nature, and he knew this. First off, it was confined and restricted. Sure, he's heard of a Grove within the confines of cities; but those were massive lands dedicated to the cause and it had time to flourish and become more than a "garden" or "park". It had a wild heartbeat. It was life and death, the continuous cycle.
This little garden wouldn't be anything like that, at least not right now. Not without a druid or some nature spirit; but no creature of nature would willingly walk Sigil.
With a heavy sigh he began to cultivate the land and dirt, smoothing and ever so slowly filling the small alley space with a three foot layer of dirt. He noted the odd looks he was getting, even some mutters off "Oi... Whut is that crazy ass Clueless doin'? Some berk is gonna git him." He'd deal with all that in time, and who knows, mayhaps that Khasef would indeed help him purchase this small square of land. It'd surely be a nice gesture, but he wasn't going to hold his breath.
From what Cel understood of Sigil, no one had real claim over anything except the Lady. The Lady only allowed these little affairs of space to be dealt with by these people, so who would have a right to tell him he couldn't do anything here? He was claiming it, and by damn, he'd defend it. "I mean, jeeze, that poor girl didn't even know what a park and garden was. This place is stifling." He muttered as he shoved a large patch of black, nutrient rich dirt to the corners of this alley way.
After a long process of laying the small alley with dirt. The elf, whom was covered in dirt, and dirt invading places it shouldn't,looked over his progress and wiped a nice black streak of dirt over his brow to get the sweat away. With a heaving breath he pushed himself up from his knees and made his way back to the Beastlands," Now I need grass, a sapling and some plants."
However, as he traveled back and forth from the Beastland with sacks of dirt in tow, he noted to himself that he is certainly no druid. Sure, he could probably get a tree started, maybe even grow a nice little garden, but it wouldn't be True Nature, and he knew this. First off, it was confined and restricted. Sure, he's heard of a Grove within the confines of cities; but those were massive lands dedicated to the cause and it had time to flourish and become more than a "garden" or "park". It had a wild heartbeat. It was life and death, the continuous cycle.
This little garden wouldn't be anything like that, at least not right now. Not without a druid or some nature spirit; but no creature of nature would willingly walk Sigil.
With a heavy sigh he began to cultivate the land and dirt, smoothing and ever so slowly filling the small alley space with a three foot layer of dirt. He noted the odd looks he was getting, even some mutters off "Oi... Whut is that crazy ass Clueless doin'? Some berk is gonna git him." He'd deal with all that in time, and who knows, mayhaps that Khasef would indeed help him purchase this small square of land. It'd surely be a nice gesture, but he wasn't going to hold his breath.
From what Cel understood of Sigil, no one had real claim over anything except the Lady. The Lady only allowed these little affairs of space to be dealt with by these people, so who would have a right to tell him he couldn't do anything here? He was claiming it, and by damn, he'd defend it. "I mean, jeeze, that poor girl didn't even know what a park and garden was. This place is stifling." He muttered as he shoved a large patch of black, nutrient rich dirt to the corners of this alley way.
After a long process of laying the small alley with dirt. The elf, whom was covered in dirt, and dirt invading places it shouldn't,looked over his progress and wiped a nice black streak of dirt over his brow to get the sweat away. With a heaving breath he pushed himself up from his knees and made his way back to the Beastlands," Now I need grass, a sapling and some plants."