Post by Zombie on Aug 27, 2011 11:44:58 GMT -8
Elle Nightwing: Conversations with a Plant
“I say, Aleister, we are not receiving a lot of business, but we have some business nonetheless,” Elle stated to the plant as she swept around it. Her only response was a hiss. “Don’t be like that; at least I can feed you now.”
Elle paused to wipe her brow. It was a little warm that afternoon and she had been moving her stock around before sweeping the shop. She looked to the display, having replaced the sold items with new ones, and smiled to herself. The shop was not meant to be big, but she was pleased that she had a few customers come in to browse and buy.
Resting her hands atop the handle of the broom, she looked to the plant. Its pod, or what could only be described as its head, was turned toward her. “What do you think of Mister Hatter?”
A snarled “haa” is the response.
“I see. What about Messieurs Rowley and Calendros?” The plant remained quiet. “Miss Kanath?” Again there is no response. Elle narrows her eyes at it. “Mister Rayne?”
Aleister extended out, spreading out vines and leaves, bobbing his pod up and down. The snarling sound almost excited.
Elle shook her head. “You are incorrigible, Aleister. You dislike everyone unless they feed you.”
Mister Rayne had been the only one to show any real interest in Aleister despite Elle warning against being too close to the plant. Aleister had taken it upon himself to behave as rotten and hateful as possible toward those who came in, and was waiting for the chance to chomp into someone to hear them scream. However, Mister Rayne had gotten close to the plant, watching it with such curiosity that Elle showed him how to feed Aleister. She also gave him permission to do so should he ever visit again.
“You just think you have made a friend for life, don’t you?”
The plant’s pod opened halfway, showing its teeth, and bobbed up and down excitedly. “Raa raa.”
She considered this for a moment before speaking to it again, “Perhaps you have.”
Turning away from Aleister, she began to sweep the floor once more. The afternoon sun bared down on the plants outside, and the sound of men on horses riding to the Garden for a drink could be heard as well as the faint call of a dove.
“I say, Aleister, we are not receiving a lot of business, but we have some business nonetheless,” Elle stated to the plant as she swept around it. Her only response was a hiss. “Don’t be like that; at least I can feed you now.”
Elle paused to wipe her brow. It was a little warm that afternoon and she had been moving her stock around before sweeping the shop. She looked to the display, having replaced the sold items with new ones, and smiled to herself. The shop was not meant to be big, but she was pleased that she had a few customers come in to browse and buy.
Resting her hands atop the handle of the broom, she looked to the plant. Its pod, or what could only be described as its head, was turned toward her. “What do you think of Mister Hatter?”
A snarled “haa” is the response.
“I see. What about Messieurs Rowley and Calendros?” The plant remained quiet. “Miss Kanath?” Again there is no response. Elle narrows her eyes at it. “Mister Rayne?”
Aleister extended out, spreading out vines and leaves, bobbing his pod up and down. The snarling sound almost excited.
Elle shook her head. “You are incorrigible, Aleister. You dislike everyone unless they feed you.”
Mister Rayne had been the only one to show any real interest in Aleister despite Elle warning against being too close to the plant. Aleister had taken it upon himself to behave as rotten and hateful as possible toward those who came in, and was waiting for the chance to chomp into someone to hear them scream. However, Mister Rayne had gotten close to the plant, watching it with such curiosity that Elle showed him how to feed Aleister. She also gave him permission to do so should he ever visit again.
“You just think you have made a friend for life, don’t you?”
The plant’s pod opened halfway, showing its teeth, and bobbed up and down excitedly. “Raa raa.”
She considered this for a moment before speaking to it again, “Perhaps you have.”
Turning away from Aleister, she began to sweep the floor once more. The afternoon sun bared down on the plants outside, and the sound of men on horses riding to the Garden for a drink could be heard as well as the faint call of a dove.