Clea and Madin | Project Greenhouse
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xp_logsClea and Madin meet for the first time. It doesn't end well.
"Hmm.." Clea walked down the foyer stairs as she was zipping up her jacket to head outside, while holding a witchy herbology book in another. "Do they even have a greenhouse?" She asked herself out loud. She had been here for years and never considered that fact. Or she simply didn't care when she was younger. She was going to go with the latter. "Where would they even have a greenhouse?""
Now that Match was (presumably) happily keeping the paths and drives snow free, Madin's winter workload had reduced and they were able to get back to handling the regular wear and tear around the mansion or calling for help as needed. (It was often needed.) Today's job was simple - sanding the putty in some trim so it could finally be repainted. They looked over at Clea. To Madin's eyes, the girl was walking back and forward, theatrically, asking out loud as though the air itself would answer.
While tempting as it was to see if she was going to continue to ask the air, Madin replied anyway. "It's around the back. Near the stables. Most of it's not used any more."
Clea froze before looking around until she found who the voice belonged too, "Oh hi. I was surprised that I got an answer." She smiled before taking the final step down. "So that is where it is hiding. Does it look pretty bleak? Or is there hope that it can be restored to its glory?
"It's intact," Madin said dubiously. "I don't do anything inside - I don't think that was on the list, but we make sure that it's not, you know, broken."
Clea blinked twice, "I was going to head over there to see if I could use it to grow herbs and maybe other things." She held up the herbology group, "I am glad it isn't broken. But I have to ask, what is on the list? I didn't know there was a groundskeeper. Then again, I've been gone for a year, so anything could have happened."
Of course she didn't know that people had to do this work. Madin shrugged, repressing the hostility they were starting to feel. "Cleaning. General maintenance. Grounds work. You know, the basics. There's been a groundskeeper and handyman here for years."
Clea looked at the other person, "That would make sense. I thought I met everyone here at the mansion. I need to add a thank you card for everything they do. I guess as a teenager, you don't think much of anyone but yourself, now that I don't have an excuse at the tender age of 24. I hope they don't mind. I was interested in growing herbs, ones that I could use in my spellcasting." Clea, for the first time in history, turned slightly red, which matched her hair, "And I am being super rude; my name is Clea. I swear I am not usually this scattered-brained."
"You never met Kyle?" Madin asked in disbelief. "Greenhouse is out the back. Figure it out. Or not. I don't really care. And like, what the fuck. You literally walked up to me, paraded up and down and asked the air, like what? You're too good to talk to me directly? And now you're talking about how you used to be self centred? You still are." Madin took a deep breath and continued, "I don't even know what the 'tender age of 24' is supposed to mean, but, like, whatever."
Clea looked at them for a moment. "Okay. I was trying to apologize for my rude behavior. But I guess it is a little late. Yes, I can be self-centered and I recognize my own faults and I am working on it." She continued to look at them, "I was trying to be friendly. Sorry I didn't see you at first. As you can see I am in my own head sometimes. I am not bloody fucking perfect. But maybe it isn't I who is being judgy or rude but you. And thank you, I'll figure it out on my own." Clea moved passed them, "Oh, and I don't remember what everyone fucking does in the mansion. But thanks for the challenge. I'll definitely remember you."
"Hmm.." Clea walked down the foyer stairs as she was zipping up her jacket to head outside, while holding a witchy herbology book in another. "Do they even have a greenhouse?" She asked herself out loud. She had been here for years and never considered that fact. Or she simply didn't care when she was younger. She was going to go with the latter. "Where would they even have a greenhouse?""
Now that Match was (presumably) happily keeping the paths and drives snow free, Madin's winter workload had reduced and they were able to get back to handling the regular wear and tear around the mansion or calling for help as needed. (It was often needed.) Today's job was simple - sanding the putty in some trim so it could finally be repainted. They looked over at Clea. To Madin's eyes, the girl was walking back and forward, theatrically, asking out loud as though the air itself would answer.
While tempting as it was to see if she was going to continue to ask the air, Madin replied anyway. "It's around the back. Near the stables. Most of it's not used any more."
Clea froze before looking around until she found who the voice belonged too, "Oh hi. I was surprised that I got an answer." She smiled before taking the final step down. "So that is where it is hiding. Does it look pretty bleak? Or is there hope that it can be restored to its glory?
"It's intact," Madin said dubiously. "I don't do anything inside - I don't think that was on the list, but we make sure that it's not, you know, broken."
Clea blinked twice, "I was going to head over there to see if I could use it to grow herbs and maybe other things." She held up the herbology group, "I am glad it isn't broken. But I have to ask, what is on the list? I didn't know there was a groundskeeper. Then again, I've been gone for a year, so anything could have happened."
Of course she didn't know that people had to do this work. Madin shrugged, repressing the hostility they were starting to feel. "Cleaning. General maintenance. Grounds work. You know, the basics. There's been a groundskeeper and handyman here for years."
Clea looked at the other person, "That would make sense. I thought I met everyone here at the mansion. I need to add a thank you card for everything they do. I guess as a teenager, you don't think much of anyone but yourself, now that I don't have an excuse at the tender age of 24. I hope they don't mind. I was interested in growing herbs, ones that I could use in my spellcasting." Clea, for the first time in history, turned slightly red, which matched her hair, "And I am being super rude; my name is Clea. I swear I am not usually this scattered-brained."
"You never met Kyle?" Madin asked in disbelief. "Greenhouse is out the back. Figure it out. Or not. I don't really care. And like, what the fuck. You literally walked up to me, paraded up and down and asked the air, like what? You're too good to talk to me directly? And now you're talking about how you used to be self centred? You still are." Madin took a deep breath and continued, "I don't even know what the 'tender age of 24' is supposed to mean, but, like, whatever."
Clea looked at them for a moment. "Okay. I was trying to apologize for my rude behavior. But I guess it is a little late. Yes, I can be self-centered and I recognize my own faults and I am working on it." She continued to look at them, "I was trying to be friendly. Sorry I didn't see you at first. As you can see I am in my own head sometimes. I am not bloody fucking perfect. But maybe it isn't I who is being judgy or rude but you. And thank you, I'll figure it out on my own." Clea moved passed them, "Oh, and I don't remember what everyone fucking does in the mansion. But thanks for the challenge. I'll definitely remember you."
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Date: 2024-03-01 07:51 pm (UTC)Make Friends andInfluence People".Poor Clea. You cannot charm one who takes personal offense at anyone who makes the attempt, but you can't say she didn't try.