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Octavia had been putting all of this off.
She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe to stave off disappointment, in case they were somehow wrong, in case the trouble she'd caught was still there, lurking right in her skin, just waiting for her to make a false move.
And it wasn't like she hadn't already tested it. First, with something from her tiny garden on the deck of the Rouge, only just barely in the process of waking up for spring. And then, with one of the plants down by the pool at their house in town. And nothing bad had happened either time, but she still didn't trust it, couldn't trust it. It didn't feel real.
And she knew what would.
Which was probably part of the putting it off of it all.
( But the weekend had rolled in. )
[ooc: Establishy.]
She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe to stave off disappointment, in case they were somehow wrong, in case the trouble she'd caught was still there, lurking right in her skin, just waiting for her to make a false move.
And it wasn't like she hadn't already tested it. First, with something from her tiny garden on the deck of the Rouge, only just barely in the process of waking up for spring. And then, with one of the plants down by the pool at their house in town. And nothing bad had happened either time, but she still didn't trust it, couldn't trust it. It didn't feel real.
And she knew what would.
Which was probably part of the putting it off of it all.
( But the weekend had rolled in. )
[ooc: Establishy.]
