Where Green Things Grow (Sam)

[farrah]

Farrah was outside, taking a break from the moist heat in the green house. A couple plants were not doing well so she had been spending extra hours trying to nurse them back to health. These particular plants were used for healing, so it was important that she saved them. A small voice in the back of her head was telling her that she was working too hard. Maybe it was right. Perhaps the reason these few plants were starting to wither was because she was working too hard to take care of them…smothering them. Those thoughts only lasted in her mind for a few seconds before she pushed them away. They were withering because of the soil, she was sure of that.

Looking out at the gardens, she saw some of the farmers tending the other crops. At least they were having luck. Everyone would be worse off if the farms failed. Everyone wouldn’t suffer from a couple medicinal herbs withering. She sighed and wiped the moisture from her face, thinking about taking a small break. Maybe a little air would help her head clear a bit and help her care for the plants better. If her father hadn’t said anything then she wouldn’t be having this problem.

It was bad to think I’ll of the dead but she really hated that he father tried to turn her whole way of thinking. Especially since he was the reason she was the way she was…why couldn’t he has just been quiet? Now he was gone and all she could think about was the things he said to her. Was her life really so terrible? She took care of herself and made sure she had what she needed to survive. Also, her work was important. It deserved all her attention. Going out and finding someone would just take away from everything she worked for. Another sighed escaped her lips as she leaned against the wall of the green house, “Damn you old man.” She muttered to herself, not noticing she wasn’t alone anymore.

[tnt]

Sam was making his routine check on the farm, given that the place was one of the most secure inside Haven, it was little more than a precaution. However he liked to believe it brought comfort to those inside Haven's walls, having a guard watch over them whilst they worked on keeping the crops alive. Sam believed that the work on the farms meant more than what he and his fellow guardians did, in fact he was known to chip in with some of the heavier labour when he was bored, hoisting heavy items on his broad shoulders and moving them. It was the least he could do, it was his way of conveying his own appreciation for their hard work. He walked past a few glass houses with various workers buzzing around, most of them in a world of their own as they worked hard on their various tasks.

His mind had almost drifted off into a day dream, which was a rarity around these parts, he was almost content in the farmland, when he heard someone talking behind him. His mind immediately snapped back to more pressing concerns as he turned to face the source of the sound. Whilst it was muttered almost below her breath he was able to make out the words old man. His eyes instinctively ran over her form to see if he could recognise the girl. He was sure he had seen her around a few times although her name escaped his mind for the moment. "I'm not that old, it's just the sun out here, it totally adds years to your complexion." He flashed his pearly whites, using once of his trademark smiles. To him it was the easiest way to break the ice in these situations after all what else was he going to say?

"Hey, I'm Sam, is there any way I can help? I swear I'm not as useless as I look." Another joke but the sentiment was true, he was more than willing to help her out.

[farrah]

Farrah jumped; startled that someone had heard her talking to herself. “What?” she realized he had heard her and was joking with her “I don’t think anyone could confuse you for an old man… then again the sun is in my eyes and I might not be seeing that well.” She smiled a bit, attempting to joke a bit herself.

His face wasn’t familiar to her; then again she barely paid attention to the other people around her. So she could have seen him a hundred times. Being like that made her seem rude to most people. It wasn’t like she wanted to be rude to people, she was just focused on other things that were more important. Luckily it seemed like he didn’t know her either so at least she wouldn’t be hurting someone’s feelings today. “It’s nice to meet you Sam, I’m Farrah.” There, she was attempting to be sociable. Her dad could be happy.

“I think I have everything under control. I am having a bit of a wilting problem with a few plants but I think only time can help with something like that.” There wasn’t much you could do for a wilting plant. Just give it some water, change some soil maybe and hope for the best. She glanced inside the room and tried to think of something he could help her with. “It’s kind of a mess in there. I have been meaning to clean up but it’s too big of a job for me, would you like to help me? I have to warn you though, you will probably get covered in dirt and fertilizer.”

[tnt]

He laughed a little at her startled response, clearly he had caught her off guard. It was refreshing to see an honest response from someone around here, given that many dropped their heads when he walked by or simply ignored him, the fact that she was trying to hold a decent conversation with him meant a lot. She joked that no one could confuse him with an old man and then added that she couldn't be completely sure given the fact that the sun was in her eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the remark, whilst placing his hand on the back of his head. Then she introduced herself as Farrah, he was definitely unfamiliar with that name, but then again most of the people around these parts chose to keep themselves to themselves, which meant you could go your whole life inside the walls of Haven and still not know every soul who lived there.

She explained that she believed she had the crops under control, other than changing the soil and stuff, there wasn't much they could do but hope for the best. Honestly Sam wasn't much of a green thumb, he wasn't taught how to nurture plants or anything for that matter. His sole purpose in life was to be a guardian, he had been raised as a child in hand to hand combat and weapons for that very reason. His father had marked him as a future guardian from a very young age. None of that mattered now, he was what he was, there was no point in moaning best to just carry on with his life and help out where he could.

Then she asked could he clean the building out, his eyes ran along the contents of the structure as she jokingly commented about having to get dirty. He smirked, as much as he would like to help himself, he couldn't he was always one to get caught up in a dirty joke. "Don't worry about me, I don't mind getting dirty." A sly laugh escaped his lips as he pulled off his shirt and left it sitting atop the back pack he had been carrying with him. In his mind he felt it best not to dirty it, plus if he was going to be doing heavy lifting, he'd rather not have the sweat soak through two items of clothing. "Yeah I can deal with this, but you totally owe me dinner after." The words chirped from his lips as he disappeared into the building and began moving the heavier items "So, tell me about yourself."

[farrah]

Farrah blushed a bit and rolled her eyes at him, “Yeah, I’m sure.” She was surprised to find herself checking him out when he took off his shirt. This was defiantly not the time for that. She needed to focus on working. Still it wouldn’t hurt to appreciate the view for just a second. “Oh so is that what you do? Walk around offering your help then make everyone by you dinner for your service? Or I am just getting special treatment?” after following him inside she grabbed a broom and started sweeping the floor. It hadn’t been done in a long time so it needed it badly. Keeping the place queen had been the only job she was ever really bad at.

No one had ever asked her about herself before, not that she had ever given anyone the chance to do so. What could she really say? “Well…There isn’t really much to say when it comes myself. I was raised by my father here in haven, and I have been working here in the greenhouse since I was a teenager. I really love helping things grow.” Right now that was the only thing she could think of. “What about you? what’s your story?”