Wardrobe

Villager: Musette

"Very rarely can I attest that being in my presence with eyes open do people still claim they are happy." He drew away from the Eyeris. "Do you do anything with your harvest or do you just tend them?"

Phyrus shrugged and moved to reach for the Eyeris, curling his fingers against the little leaves of the stalk, careful and attentive. "Apathy and hatred blind us to much."

As he knew, "Are you happy now?"

"You fairly made a terrible first impression on me too but I say this in a detached way, it did not matter to me then, and fails to now. I merely wonder if you made a habit of such."

He studied the plants as they studied him, smiling faintly. "You do better now."

"It's rare for me to hear his full name, Shaw's I mean. The sea-dwellers call him Professor and the other members of the Bloodied Feather just call him Shaw or some form of respectful title." He let Muse guide him, his focus on the plants and their curious activity.

"Is it true he once yelled at you?"

An incline of the head and he shifted through the open door, gathering his robes up in his hands so that the draping fabric swished around his ankles rather than dragged along the path, mindful of Muse's statement about needing to clean.

"It's nothing important, or not that I think, just a note from Monsieur Litfate I was asked to deliver while I was out this way."

He squeezed Muse's arm for whatever reasons, maybe an attempt to comfort, "Would you like me to visit you then? I would if you asked it of me directly." He tilted his head to look up at Muse, "I came here today to look for your brother, actually."

"I would not want to go to you uninvited."

His face ticked through to amusement, he allowed himself to be guided, only sparing their surroundings a cursory investigation, "Another way for you to hide yourself away, I'm not surprised. But now you've shown me the way, do you want me to come bother you?"

It would be a change of pace, him coming to visit Muse. Ha.

"The greenhouse first, and then the garden so that I can take the air." He lay his free hand overtop the one already gripping to Muse. "Do you tend them both on your own?"

He slips his arm through Muse's own, "Take me on a tour?"

"You garden? I never would have considered that you would take up gardening."