fandomtownies | Plant Parenthood; Friday [12/06].

Eleanor was really hoping to get to work on some potions and salves and some seedlings even to send home to Luma, since the two of them had spent a lot of time going over things for the new greenhouse over the holiday break, but the island, it seemed, had a different plan.

Because there were an awful lot of tiny horses everywhere, and apparently, tiny horses loved getting into plants and disturbing the soil and so now Eleanor was sorting to have to play plantguard to make sure that all the horses didn't mess up all of Nell's nice plants in the shop.

This eventually lead to her trying to create a little bit of a corral for the horses, which actually proved effective, but had been a lot of work, because she didn't have the natural herding abilities she just sort of assumed the werewolf side of her family would have.

(She did discover, entirely by accident, that she could command the horses and they'd listen, but she felt bad using her powers even on tiny horses that would probably cease to exist tomorrow).

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"I am in love with this week!" Kamala announced as she skipped into the store with a tiny horse under arm. "Marzipan from the sky! Sugar snow! Ponies in sweaters and today-"

She held up the tiny horse.

"-I have made a new friend. I am calling him Fredo."

At which point Fredo let out a tiny whinny which made Kamala squeal a bit because it was just adorable.

And Eleanor loved you, Kamala, but your new friend was giving the corralled horses new ideas regarding freedom as they whinnied in response and started prancing around inside their makeshift enclosure made of books and flowerpot. She gave them a little bit of a withering look before her attention shifted back to Kamala.

"Well," she said, "I hope Fredo plans on behaving, otherwise I'm putting him in the pen with the others. If I have to repot another plant today, I'm going to lose it."

But also, Kamala's arrival already had her feeling slightly better about everything and, recognizing that, she had to drift over and give her a small, brief, somewhat exhausted kiss in greeting.

"Hi."

"Hi! I'm sorry!" Kamala said right after returning the kiss. "I had no idea they were causing problems. Hold on."

She opened the door and put Fredo out on the stoop. "Stay out there and be good Fredo. I'll come back for you."

Closing the door Kamala turned back and put her hands on Eleanor's shoulders. "You look frazzled. How can I help?"

Eleanor opened her mouth to object, but Kamala had already made it to the door, so by the time she returned, Eleanor looked frazzled and distressed, although some of that seemed to have faded with her hands on her shoulders.

"Well, now," she said, the furrow in her brow slightly apologetic, "I just feel bad that he has to wait outside."

"He'll be fine. You're more important than a tiny horse that will probably disappear tomorrow. Besides I've already taken a zillion selfies with him," Kamala reassured her and leaned in for another quick kiss to show that was truly the case. "So what can I do? I can put up some little energy walls to corral them all outside. Orrrrr I could help you re-pot pots. Orrrrr... I have no idea. you tell me."

"....I didn't even think about just trying to get them all outside," Eleanor admitted after a moment, blinking at the obvious solution that had been right in front of her, but, in her defense, they were causing a terrible stampede through the rosemary and lemongrass, and, well, she was pretty bad at thinking of good solutions when she was in the middle of the chaos. Then she shook her head a little. "But I think they're mostly fine now where they are. I guess if you could make a little bit of a better fence around them, that would be good, but only if it doesn't take any energy or anything from you. I don't want you to have to do work just because I can't keep a half a dozen tiny horses in check."

Well. She could. But she didn't want it to have to come to that.

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Kamala just smiled. "Keep some tiny ponies in check? Piece of cake."

With a quick flick of her hands, pink and purplish walls sprang up, reinforcing the pen and corralling the tiny ponies with ease. She crouched down to their level, hands on her knees as she spoke, her tone both amused and encouraging.

“Let me tell you something,” she said, quoting ~~meta for~~ The Shawshank Redemption with dramatic flair. “Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”

The tiny horses whinnied softly, as if taking her words to heart. Kamala stood back up, hands on her hips, surveying her handiwork. "See? They’re already inspired."

"Well," Eleanor said, after a moment, because the little speech had, especially in her current frazzled state, just left her a little confused, but there was also something about it that just made her laugh a little as she went over to Kamala, found her hand to hold, and leaned against her gratefully, "that wasn't the kind of reinforcement I had in mind, but it might have been the reinforcement we needed."

And she was getting a kiss on the cheek for her efforts, too. "Thanks."

Her smile softened as Eleanor leaned into her, and Kamala leaned right back, returning the kiss on Eleanor's cheek. “You’re welcome. Always.”

With that, she gave Eleanor’s hand another reassuring squeeze.

"Can I help you with repotting or anything?" she asked. "I feel like I'm on a roll with this whole supportive girlfriend thing."

"You're really knocking it out of the park," Eleanor agreed, with a soft, pleased smile and a squeeze of Kamala's hand right back. "And I've got most of them taken care of, but, if you really wanted to help, there's a few that could probably use a little more work. They kept getting leaping over some of my original fences and some are pretty hastily done..."

"I have no problem getting my hands dirty," Kamala volunteered. "Plus the shrimp plant is getting big so I might as well learn how to re-pot from a professional."

"Oh, that's good news!" said Eleanor, far too delighted to hear that the shrimp plant was doing well. Or any of Kamala's plants. Even if all she did was recommend it to her, there was a weird little warm kernel of pride in her chest to hear that, and she beamed at her for a moment before pulling her over toward the plants she'd been working with. "Although I don't think I'd call me a professional. Not yet, anyway, although I think I might be getting there! Luma said the lotions I've been working on haven't made her break out or get sick or anything, so that's probably a good sign!"

"I would think so!" Kamala agreed, happily. "And I believe you are technically a professional plant person because you get paid to work with plants. So technically you gave up your amateur status to participate in the plant olympics. A sad thing as I'm sure you would have gotten gold for plant suggestions."

"Oh, shoot," Eleanor said, her laugh verging dangerously toward a giggle as she rooted around for a spare pair of gardening gloves for Kamala to use, "if only I'd've known I could have been a plant Olympian. I might still have a chance if I switch my focus to books and reciting poetry, though, maybe."

Her attention shifted with a sigh toward a poor trampled bit of mint.

"Definitely not tiny horse wrangling, though. You, though....I mean, you even made friends with one!"

She was wondering if there was anything she could still do to make it up to poor Fredo for his exile, but, she also figured that if she tried to, she'd probably just make it worse, and he'd be gone tomorrow, anyway, so it was probably best for everyone if she just didn't.

Plant Parenthood; Friday [12/06].

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