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sweetpinkpixie · 01-26-2025, 01:21 AM

Nyle blinked at her question, his cheeks flushing slightly like mum's favorite tea roses in bloom. He wasn’t exactly the athletic type, always being more comfortable with his hands in the dirt or tending to plants than balancing on anything that moved so quickly, but her grace on the board, how easily she made it look, made him feel like he should have a better answer than the one brewing in his mind. He shifted his weight nervously, suddenly acutely aware of how out of place he probably looked standing there just gaping at her. "Uh, no, not really," he said, his voice a little sheepish. He hesitated for a moment, then gestured toward her board as if trying to understand it better. "I mean, I’ve never really tried. But I—" He paused, fumbling for words and waving his hands a little as if they could manifest the words for him. "I’ve always wondered how people stay so balanced. It’s a bit like, well... like how a plant grows, you know? At first, it seems fragile, but once it’s rooted, it just knows how to move with the wind, like it’s been doing it all along. Like dandelions. A lot of people don't give them all that much consideration because they're considered just simple weeds, but they have increeeeeeeeeeedibly deep and resilient taproots that can grow several feet deep into the soil! Lets them survive in harsh conditions making them symbolically resilient in many cultures, like the Lakota and Cherokee, two of the indigenous tribes of America. Their deep roots also give them the ability to access nutrients and water from deeper soil layers, which helps them thrive even when the surface is dry or disturbed and—" His fingers twitched, instinctively brushing against the flowers in his pocket, and he realized with a little embarrassment that he’d probably rambled ... again. The comparison made sense to him, though, and hopefully it would to her as well. Though, in his experience most people - especially girls - had not taken well to being compared to weeds no matter how much he sung their praises. The weeds' praises, that is.

"I-um, I think I’d probably fall flat on my face if I tried," he said with a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck and smearing dirt across it. "But it’s amazing how natural you make it look." He couldn’t help but add, his words coming out quieter this time, "It’s... kind of like watching something graceful... like a vine, stretching across a fence or trellis, with cascading clusters of bluish-purple flowers just finding its ethereal place." He felt his face heat up, a mix of admiration and embarrassment, the tea roses that had been blooming now becoming a whole rose garden upon his cheeks. His fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket as he tried to shift the conversation somewhere safer. "I don’t suppose ... you could teach me, could you?" He shot her a nervous but hopeful smile, half-expecting to hear a laugh at his expense. But then again, there was something about her that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t mind the challenge or at least take pity on him and humor the sheepish request.

01-26-2025, 01:21 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,003 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle blinked at her question, his cheeks flushing slightly like mum's favorite tea roses in bloom. He wasn’t exactly the athletic type, always being more comfortable with his hands in the dirt or tending to plants than balancing on anything that moved so quickly, but her grace on the board, how easily she made it look, made him feel like he should have a better answer than the one brewing in his mind. He shifted his weight nervously, suddenly acutely aware of how out of place he probably looked standing there just gaping at her. "Uh, no, not really," he said, his voice a little sheepish. He hesitated for a moment, then gestured toward her board as if trying to understand it better. "I mean, I’ve never really tried. But I—" He paused, fumbling for words and waving his hands a little as if they could manifest the words for him. "I’ve always wondered how people stay so balanced. It’s a bit like, well... like how a plant grows, you know? At first, it seems fragile, but once it’s rooted, it just knows how to move with the wind, like it’s been doing it all along. Like dandelions. A lot of people don't give them all that much consideration because they're considered just simple weeds, but they have increeeeeeeeeeedibly deep and resilient taproots that can grow several feet deep into the soil! Lets them survive in harsh conditions making them symbolically resilient in many cultures, like the Lakota and Cherokee, two of the indigenous tribes of America. Their deep roots also give them the ability to access nutrients and water from deeper soil layers, which helps them thrive even when the surface is dry or disturbed and—" His fingers twitched, instinctively brushing against the flowers in his pocket, and he realized with a little embarrassment that he’d probably rambled ... again. The comparison made sense to him, though, and hopefully it would to her as well. Though, in his experience most people - especially girls - had not taken well to being compared to weeds no matter how much he sung their praises. The weeds' praises, that is. "I-um, I think I’d probably fall flat on my face if I tried," he said with a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck and smearing dirt across it. "*But it’s amazing how natural* you make it look." He couldn’t help but add, his words coming out quieter this time, "It’s... kind of like watching something graceful... like a vine, stretching across a fence or trellis, with cascading clusters of bluish-purple flowers just finding its ethereal place." He felt his face heat up, a mix of admiration and embarrassment, the tea roses that had been blooming now becoming a whole rose garden upon his cheeks. His fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket as he tried to shift the conversation somewhere safer. "I don’t suppose ... you could teach me, could you?*" He shot her a nervous but hopeful smile, half-expecting to hear a laugh at his expense. But then again, there was something about her that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t mind the challenge or at least take pity on him and humor the sheepish request. __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes