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[daozhangs]

( on the contrary, a flower garden is far from fleeting. perhaps in bavan proper it might be, what with the city being the focal point for most of the alarming occurrences on the peninsula - but tucked away in the woods like this, they'll likely have more trouble containing such a garden than keeping it alive.

and of course, runyu has to continue on being endearing. 'i didn't want to leave anyone behind,' he says, and though he's already shifting to turn away in his embarrassment, xingchen nonetheless agrees, ) Most certainly not. ( and however silly the notion might be, his support seems entirely genuine.

the explanation carries onward from there, about the scent of the flowers and the care that runyu took to ensure that some might smell strongly enough to be appreciated without sight. and truly, it's so much care... enough that xingchen isn't at all sure how to receive it - only sure that he will receive it, won't allow himself to deflect or assure that it wasn't necessary, because this deserves far more appreciation than that.

runyu closes with an apology, and xingchen again shakes his head a bit. ) You haven't. ( put too much thought in, that is. his voice goes slightly softer but no less genuine as he continues: ) Forgive me if I haven't responded appropriately. I'm... unused to receiving so thoughtful a gift, and I can't seem to find the right words.

( his gaze turns back to the pansies now, their variety of colors and faces. ) Rest assured, however, that I'm more than capable of delighting in this garden with or without my sight. My sense of smell is much sharper than it once was, even in this form - and were that not the case, it would be enough simply to know that the flowers are here.

[fishfairy]

[ Wings trembling once more, Runyu turns his head aside again, nearly overcome by the well of emotions that surge in him at the generous response Xingchen bestows on him for the work on the garden and home. There’s a whisper inside him to dispel such vulnerabilities — to lay claim to its selfish nature of creating something to keep him near him — and yet, a larger part inside him remains silent, soaking in the warmth and the validation behind the praise. That it may be selfish or small but that it has still made his friend happy and that’s what he wanted.

Only that.

But the silence and the blush to his cheeks is a little too much. A few minute later, he turns back and excuses spill out in an attempt to find a manner of balance in this scene. ]

It’s nothing. ( He waves a hand to dispel some of the gaiety inside him but unable to hide his smile. ) I’m glad you will enjoy it, but I don’t need anything more than that. I already received something equally precious.

[ His wings quiver once more at speaking a phrase of such value aloud before he releases another tremulous laugh. ]

The other plants are chrysanthemums. People enjoy their softer scent with strong flowers like the hyacinth. I ended up getting two colors. I missed the presence of a white flower, but I needed a bolder color to balance the hyacinths and pansies.