Re: Noisome Weeds, Wholesome Flowers. [OPEN]

[Vernal Equinox]

"Still somewhat visual," Vernal argued back but half-heartedly.  He wasn't up for semantics, though he believed himself to be one hundred percent correct.  He simply didn't want to agitate the gardener and ruin his chance on doing this again.

He waved back and watched the janitor head back towards the castle.  Vernal still wanted to stroll the gardens, though, so he cracked his neck to the side, regretted such action, and began to walk aimlessly.  It was amazing how much he was beginning to remember . . .  That was horsetail, in that other bed; he could pluck it out another time.  And, over there were some herbs, though their exact names still escaped him.  And, over there . . .  Some vines, some flowers, perhaps some arnica.