Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141010105732/@comment-24304510-20141012044310

Not far away, Argent Cloche quietly hummed to herself as she knelt in one of the many Beacon Academy flowerbeds. She had been slowly working on dislodging a weed from among the hydrangeas without compromising the latter's root structure. She exhaled a bit as the offending plant finally withdrew from the soil.

She turned to place the weed into a small metal bucket nearby, but misjudged the distance and ended up whacking it with her forearm. The pail tipped over, clanging against the concrete pathway near the flowerbed.