Plant Parenthood; Thursday [11/16].

[what_big_teeth]

Perhaps it was a little bit silly. Maybe it was actually insane. But Eleanor was bored at work that day, poetry and plants, teas and lotions failing to hold her attention, and there's been a lot of talk lately in her folklore class about things like golems and zombies, which meant her mind had been able to focus on one thing and one thing alone.

And she had to get him out of her head, or else she really could drive herself crazy.

So she was making the attempt by trying to write Arthur a letter. A letter that would never be sent, never be read, by any eyes except her own, but she didn't know how else to get all these thoughts out of her head except by maybe putting them down into paper. Where would she even send it? Back home? Like Luma or her mother or Aunt Margaret would know how to forward it to him? But someone had to know about how much she missed him, how she missed their quiet and tense talks at the dinner table, how her heart still ached for everything that had happened to him, and how she longed to see him again, even though she knew it was much, much better this way...

And, at this point, if the shop remained this quiet, it would be a good thing Eleanor had brought a notebook with her, because she was filling up those pages with incredible quickness.

Plant Parenthood is open!