[The best people. If she was even kind of like them... it would be good.
It's a bit hard for Konoha to envision him as a farm lad, what with the sorts of things he's said... like a knight or something like that, from the stories. But he doesn't seem like he's lying, and she's hardly looking for deception. What would be the point?]
I'm sorry about your mother.
[It's a story she's heard a lot. It's been years since the wars, she doesn't remember the last of it, only remembered a vague shape and sound, birth parents that hadn't survived. But all the village elders remembered, her new parents did. Everyone lost someone- a spouse, a child, a sibling, whether to being forcibly recruited into the armies, to injury, to illness, or to lack of food. ... it was sad, but... in a way she has been sheltered from the true horrors of that time.]
Flowers?
[That was surprising a bit too, somehow, and she can't help but smile a little.]
Throw some vegetables in there and it will be even better. I like flowers well enough too, though-
[She pauses in her work to curl awkwardly down and inspect a hoof (too dry, hmm), before carrying on, smoothing the tarp edges. It reminds her of-]
My father always plants these lilies all around our fields... the bulbs are poison so no little creatures bury past to steal the crops... some people say they're bad omens, but they're really beautiful. All red and delicate like.
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It's a bit hard for Konoha to envision him as a farm lad, what with the sorts of things he's said... like a knight or something like that, from the stories. But he doesn't seem like he's lying, and she's hardly looking for deception. What would be the point?]
I'm sorry about your mother.
[It's a story she's heard a lot. It's been years since the wars, she doesn't remember the last of it, only remembered a vague shape and sound, birth parents that hadn't survived. But all the village elders remembered, her new parents did. Everyone lost someone- a spouse, a child, a sibling, whether to being forcibly recruited into the armies, to injury, to illness, or to lack of food. ... it was sad, but... in a way she has been sheltered from the true horrors of that time.]
Flowers?
[That was surprising a bit too, somehow, and she can't help but smile a little.]
Throw some vegetables in there and it will be even better. I like flowers well enough too, though-
[She pauses in her work to curl awkwardly down and inspect a hoof (too dry, hmm), before carrying on, smoothing the tarp edges. It reminds her of-]
My father always plants these lilies all around our fields... the bulbs are poison so no little creatures bury past to steal the crops... some people say they're bad omens, but they're really beautiful. All red and delicate like.