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 Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 11:39 pm
Vaylin was out exploring the city looking for either magical anomalies to study, Earthlings in need of saving, or Senshi and Knights she could speak to and learn from. She hop along from roof top to roof top looking for anything of particular interest to her. She moved swiftly through the city until she spotted a greenhouse she recognized. She believed this was the arboreal workshop of one of her colleges she checked her Commtech to confirm her suspicions and smiled as she saw the Velencian's marker.
She hopped down in front of the glass building and knocked on the front door. She opened up the greenhouse door and entered inside. "Andreiya, are you in here?!" She called out. "It's Vaylin! I was in the area and thought I'd stop by!" She called out looking for her fellow alien. The young Velencian was quiet impressed at the Commander's set up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2025 9:00 am
“I am here,” Andreiya confirmed, and bit back the urge to tell Vaylin that it would be very rude of her to enter if he had not been!
Thankfully, Dylas–the snake that lived in the greenhouse–was tucked away behind a large, potted plant, so he didn’t have to worry about their secret alliance becoming public information.
Andreiya had a microscope set up on the work table in front of him, and a notebook next to him. He preferred this to the audio recording of his notes–at least, for today–because it meant he had to think about what he was writing down.
…Which was already very confusing and didn’t make sense. He wanted to make progress. He needed a breakthrough.
“What were you doing in the area?” he asked, standing up straight and brushing his hands off on his uniform. “Did you come for a snack? Undoubtedly you have heard that my strawberries are in season and have come to see if they are truly as sweet and succulent as the rumors say,” he decided, unable to resist boasting.
In a planter off to the side, colorful, bulbous strawberries were bountifully growing. They were richly colored and nearly the size of his fist. He gestured to them proudly, as if presenting some glorious work of art. “Will you have one? I will clean it for you. You will be astounded by the flavor.”
She would praise him, certainly.
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