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ten_fwd2014-07-12 12:35 am
queenofmay) wrote in ten_fwd2014-07-12 12:35 am
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In a bower of green
Marian had decided to take Guinan up on her advice from the first day finally. Even if talking to the computer was a strange thing, that still made her wince too much. Having a voice shoutout at her from nowhere was going to take a lot of getting used to. But she managed to ask for where she wanted to go, and get directions.
Which did get her to the doors of the Arboretum.
The fingers of one hand curled tight into the fabric of her skirts.
The holodeck might be an endless wonder, but it came and went, while there was something deep and true about honest green and growing things. The smell of them and the look of them, that rang a bell in her heart nothing else could. It takes only the breath of another second before she's gone, too.
Walking inward, fingers reaching out to brush through the lush greenness.
Which did get her to the doors of the Arboretum.
The fingers of one hand curled tight into the fabric of her skirts.
The holodeck might be an endless wonder, but it came and went, while there was something deep and true about honest green and growing things. The smell of them and the look of them, that rang a bell in her heart nothing else could. It takes only the breath of another second before she's gone, too.
Walking inward, fingers reaching out to brush through the lush greenness.
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Suddenly, that romance is back in her eyes, wistfulness giving way to admiration and curiosity. How many worlds, she wonders? How many places has this grand ship been and touched and changed? Flowers and plantlife from a broad universe that, in her time, is just specks of light on a big blue blanket.
"How wonderful. How long d'you think they've been collecting? Oh, can you imagine? Different worlds with different peoples, and all of us gardeners in some way or another."
How many millions of hands touched the blooms and bark of just these numbered plants? It's humbling.