Plant Parenthood; Thursday [11/30].

[what_big_teeth]

The drakondia that Eleanor had brought with her from her grandmother's greenhouse was, inexplicably and, if you asked her, against all odds, thriving now, and so she was feeling more confident about being able to uphold that aspect of the family legacy these days. A little less confident was some of the more magical aspects of her family legacy. Of course, she understood that she might not have any at all, just like she couldn't transform like her father's side of the family, but tarot, at least, seemed like something that didn't require someone to be a full-blown witch with spells and curses to be able to figure out.

And so she'd brought in her grandmother's old deck with her to work that day, expecting it to be fairly slow, like it always was on her days in the shop, shifting through it and comparing it to a book she'd picked up about the topic when she wasn't taking care of the things she did around the shop to justify her actual employment here.

Plant Parenthood is open!