Zhahar stopped dead in the doorway leading between the kitchen and the dining room. Sorry, Hannibal, you weren't going anywhere for a moment. Not until Zhahar got a good long look at your herb wall. It was a thing of beauty and wonder and deserved to be admired in full.
The dropped jaw was probably a bit much, but the Tryad were country bumpkins at heart.
"Did you do this all yourself?" she asked, turning wide eyes at her teacher who, she was now convinced, was full of magic. "It's amazing."
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Date: 2013-08-20 04:34 am (UTC)The dropped jaw was probably a bit much, but the Tryad were country bumpkins at heart.
"Did you do this all yourself?" she asked, turning wide eyes at her teacher who, she was now convinced, was full of magic. "It's amazing."