[ Brianna's sleep is peaceful; no ominous dreams indicating some sort of clue, no talking to dead people and no stumbling in on another person's dream. Though it's been admittedly fun doing that, she retreats to her dreams from time to time.
After all, gardening is said to be therapeutic.
While she normally wouldn't bother dirtying her hands and breaking her back over shovelling, weeding and the like, she resorts to this sort of thing. She tends to some plants sometimes. Minimal, of course. A snip here, some water there. Brianna seems content with admiring the garden she's dreamt up. It's a safe space for her, somewhere she retreats to when things get hectic. Here, she controls what blooms in her garden and what wilts.
Now though, she's just walking around leisurely, the sound of her heels audible on thr brickstone flooring of a pathway between two short hedges. ]
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After all, gardening is said to be therapeutic.
While she normally wouldn't bother dirtying her hands and breaking her back over shovelling, weeding and the like, she resorts to this sort of thing. She tends to some plants sometimes. Minimal, of course. A snip here, some water there. Brianna seems content with admiring the garden she's dreamt up. It's a safe space for her, somewhere she retreats to when things get hectic. Here, she controls what blooms in her garden and what wilts.
Now though, she's just walking around leisurely, the sound of her heels audible on thr brickstone flooring of a pathway between two short hedges. ]