Veino Garn
Saaraai-Kaar
Veino frowned in concern at the small garden he had been working for several weeks now. Weeds were beginning to spread among his carefully tended flowers and vegetables, all arrayed to create a spiral of green and red and white and black, intertwining among each other in an allusion to the mosaic on the floor of the Jensaarai council chamber.
Weeds had sprung up within in the pattern, and he picked up his clippers, and then began snipping them away, delicately and with precision. There was no mercy here. Nor would there be. To create a garden was to wage war against nature itself. Nature hated gardens with a passion that rivalled any Sith Lord. He was never quite sure why that was. Why would it wish to destroy what was essentially a refined version of itself? That would be something he would have to consider.
He yanked his other hand away as the clippers slipped given his lack of attention and sliced into the top of one of his fingers. He gave it a quick shake on instinct to dissipate the pain. How ironic. Here he was waiting for [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] for lessons in Force healing and he had injured himself while doing it. He shrugged. So the stars spun.
Weeds had sprung up within in the pattern, and he picked up his clippers, and then began snipping them away, delicately and with precision. There was no mercy here. Nor would there be. To create a garden was to wage war against nature itself. Nature hated gardens with a passion that rivalled any Sith Lord. He was never quite sure why that was. Why would it wish to destroy what was essentially a refined version of itself? That would be something he would have to consider.
He yanked his other hand away as the clippers slipped given his lack of attention and sliced into the top of one of his fingers. He gave it a quick shake on instinct to dissipate the pain. How ironic. Here he was waiting for [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] for lessons in Force healing and he had injured himself while doing it. He shrugged. So the stars spun.