[CakePop]: [Audio] You tell Poet Yi'jiaru, "Ooh hoo! Are you around to show the place to?"

[CakePop]: [Audio] Poet tells you, "I am."

[CakePop]: [Audio] You tell Poet Yi'jiaru, "Shall we meet at hoo...the Reynolds spaceport?"

[CakePop]: [Audio] Poet tells you, "Sounds good."

You raise your branch end in greeting to Poet and say, "Hi!"

"YO!" Poet exclaims cheerfully to you.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

Poet begins to follow you.

With a tone of calm assurance, Poet says, "Where we goin?"

You say, "It's a new place, in Thait, hoo yes."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

With a tone of calm assurance, Poet says, "Convenient. The CAC wants me to whack some lizards."

<travel to Thait habitation entrance>

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

You walk to the south.
A sparse garden carved into the cliff face.
This sparsely attended hush of greenery is in the burgeoning phase of being turned into a lush garden amid the vine-blanketed backdrop of the cliffside. Qar Moonchild putters around the garden, tending to every plant in turn to keep them lush and vibrant. A Jin colonist quietly walks along here. Growing from the ground here is a bench of living wood, covered in tiny vibrant leaves and flowers. Adorned with lush and verdent plantlife is this raised flowerbed. A flowerbed rises from the ground, filled with freshly turned dirt. Flowers have been planted in lovingly cultivated rows in this raised bed. Fuzzy jade leaves sheathe the stem of this blooming white selethine bush in velvet softness.
[n] -> Along the colony walk
Poet Yi'jiaru follows you to the south.

"Ta da!" you say with a proud expression on your face.

Poet nods.

A quiet Jin colonist walks away to the north.

In a harsh rasp tinged with madness, Poet says, "Well huh."

You say, "Hoo. A garden, sponsored by the Moonchild dynasty."

You say, "But, hoo. As you can see."

You ponder the situation.

You look over at a soft white selethine bush and ponder it for a moment.

You say, "It is very barren so far."

You say to Qar, "You are doing a lovely job! This is not your fault."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

With a subtle lilt, Poet says, "Oh, I dunno. There's a lovely bush, and a number of flowers."

A quiet Jin colonist walks in from the north.

Looking as serious as Shulamit can, you say to Poet, "I wish to ask a request of you."

With a subtle lilt, Poet says, "Also the bench is great."

Poet tilts her head curiously at you.

You nod solemnly at Poet.

A quiet Jin colonist walks away to the north.

Speaking with a voice that sounds like it comes from the void, Poet says, "Certainly. What can I do?"

You say to Poet, "I would like to see if we could find a void themed flower, and cultivate a strain called the Voidwitch, if that is okay with you?"

Cheerfully, you say, "The dynasty will pay. Well. I will."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

Comprehension flashes across Poet's face.

With a tone of calm assurance, Poet says, "That'd be super fun."

Poet nods.

You rub your branch ends together greedily and mutter, "Eeexxcellent..."

Poet breaks into hearty laughter.

[OOC] Me: Wish that didn't look so evil lmao.

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

[OOC] Poet: Ha.

You say to Qar, "I'll start sourcing some locations of void heavy planets, and we can start on some crossbreeding!"

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

You thank Poet profusely.

You give a soft white selethine to Poet.

-- A soft white selethine bush (#136460) --------------------------------------
Owner:        Unknown                                   Usable life: Perpetual
Mass:         Small                                     Resetting:   No
Description: Hundreds of tiny snow-white bells unfurl in a mostly spherical pouf of petals to form the soft bloom of this fragrant selethine, crowning the tip of the plant's long central stem. Velvety jade leaves slowly peel away from the stem to spill around the base of the plant where they sit tousled and creased like ribbons. Having reached the fullness of its growth now that it is large enough to cup in two hands, it has begun to infuse the air with a rich, sweet and bewitching aroma.
Usage Syntax: PULL ONCE PER HOUR TO GET A FRESH BLOOM
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Poet steps forward out of the unnatural fog that suddenly fills the area, strange whispers and ghastly echoes reverberating as she returns from the void.

You say, "Can also get a new...hoo."

Poet coughs softly.

You peer conspicuously about yourself.

You say, "Hoo, good tidings for the flower though."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You say to Poet, "You can get another flower later, by pulling the Selethine bush here."

You nod your head slowly, trying to wear your best wise look.

You nod your head slowly at a soft white selethine bush, doing your best to look very wise.

In a hissing, sibilant tone, Poet says, "Neat."

You sit upon an ethereal bench of living wood, the bench creaking ever so gently before conforming to your back.
You sit down on an ethereal bench of living wood.

Gesturing vaguely, Poet says, "I keep meaning to do some gardening, and then I get distracted."

A quiet Jin colonist walks in from the north.

You say to Poet, "Thank you for coming. Oh hoo. Should I take you back to Reynolds? I got caught up already in pondering planets."

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

You say, "A good trade."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

A quiet Jin colonist walks away to the north.

With a tone of calm assurance, Poet says, "I'm good thanks. I'll head down to the caves and take care of those lizards."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "Yes yes!"

You say, "Give them the whatfor."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

With misplaced emphasis, Poet says, "I shall. And I love the garden here, thank you for showing me."