[She's resting in a tree when she hears the sound of footfalls below, a tune that she doesn't recognize hummed by a man. Probably a young one.
--yes, a young one, she can confirm if she looks down. The top of William's head is black and rumpled from the exertion of walking around in this semblence of wilderness; he certainly isn't used to it. His task here is easily recognizable, from the basket over his arm, the accumulation of flowers already there. He wouldn't appear to be very good at it: there's no moist towel or any kind of water receptacle in the base of his basket, all the blossoms are of different lengths, and he's now wandered into a segment of green that's eighty percent shadow.
Capitol scum!! you might think, if his clothes weren't as ordinary as they are.] What the fuck are you, [he says to something growing at the base of her neighboring tree. He stoops to investigate. She can see, too.
Toxic mushroom. Medicinal purposes, if you know how, but he obviously does not. No biggie.]
Agriculture
--yes, a young one, she can confirm if she looks down. The top of William's head is black and rumpled from the exertion of walking around in this semblence of wilderness; he certainly isn't used to it. His task here is easily recognizable, from the basket over his arm, the accumulation of flowers already there. He wouldn't appear to be very good at it: there's no moist towel or any kind of water receptacle in the base of his basket, all the blossoms are of different lengths, and he's now wandered into a segment of green that's eighty percent shadow.
Capitol scum!! you might think, if his clothes weren't as ordinary as they are.] What the fuck are you, [he says to something growing at the base of her neighboring tree. He stoops to investigate. She can see, too.
Toxic mushroom. Medicinal purposes, if you know how, but he obviously does not. No biggie.]