After dinner, Jenara decided to go for a jog to clear her head. She had collected many thoughts over the past few days and her list of projects just kept growing. Gardening. Eco-friendly practices. Recycling. Living conscientiously. Renovating her yard. Taking care of her parents’ home. She had barely time to process even deeper things lurking int he background like the PlantSims and their podlings, her ex-boyfriend, and the loss of her great aunt.
Stepping outside, she was about to jog down her street when she noticed a PlantSim man standing next to her stump. Feeling overly-protective, she strode across her lawn and asked what he was doing when she noticed he appeared to be meditating over the podlings.
“I was saying a prayer for their well-being, petit chou,” he said softly.
“A prayer?” she frowned, wondering if it was anything like her thanks for her strawberries.
“Yes, a familiar chant among my people. Please join me,” he offered his hand in invitation. “I must thank you for caring for these podlings. Many do not have your courage.”
“I don’t know if I am that brave,” Jenara shrugged.
“Yes, you are, I can tell you have strength of heart. Us PlantSims can sense these things. It is in our nature, no pun intended,” he smiled broadly. “You are very brave.”
She smiled shyly. “Thank you,” she felt flattered.
“I suppose I should introduce myself since I am in your yard,” he replied. “I am Garbanzo, but my friends call me Gar, and I am eternally grateful to you…” he tipped his hat. “…for your caring and kind spirit.”
She flushed, feeling flattered. “Thank you, again. ”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, petit chou,” he reached for and kissed her hand before she could stop him.
“Oh my!” she giggled, and quickly pulled her hand back.
The sensation left her skin tingling with pleasure. The attentions were nice, but it was much too soon, even if the man was handsome.
“Um… what was the prayer you were saying?” she inquired.
“Oh just a few phrases we all learned as podettes, but I have something else you might like to hear, hmm?” Gar asked.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“It is the whistle of the wind,” he said, followed by a whistle. “...the wind which guides our feet to safety. And the song of the bird… which serenades and fills our minds with hope. And the whirr of the bumblebee…which pollinates the flowers to enable life to continue. And the hum of the dragonfly… who is carried on a breeze and smiles down on nature.”
“Wow,” Jenara gasped. “That is beautiful.”
Gar continued. “It is the howl of the lone wolf at night, crying out for the company of his companions. We are not alone. It is the caw of the crow… seeking the food which others leave behind. It is the prattle of the peacock… attracting the attention of its mate…”
Something about the way he said mate made Jenara blush.
“...it is the dance of the grass… the blades flapping in the breeze as the sun caresses their cheeks and brings warmth to their souls. It is the coming of twilight… the light fades and we close our shells to the sun and open our hearts to the stars.”
“Oh my,” she breathed.
“Do you like it, petit chou?” he inquired.
“Like it? I love it!” she gushed.
“I wrote it myself,” he admitted.
“What? Really? That is incredible. You are quite talented.”
“Thank you, petit chou.”
She wrinkled her nose. “What does that mean? You keep calling me that… petit chou…”
“Ah,” Gar pressed his hands together. “It is Championne for ‘little cabbage.’ We PlantSims like to use plants for terms of endearment. I hope you do not mind, little one. It is a compliment of the highest order. I do not know your name.”
“Oh,” she flushed. “I am Jenara.”
“… Merveilleux!” he exclaimed. “What a beautiful name! Like the month, January.”
“Yes,” she smiled. “Like the month.”
“Oh then that explains your connection to these podlings. To be named for a passage of time is a wonderful thing,” he said.
“I didn’t know,” she replied. “I guess I never thought of it that way.”
“I shall leave you a podling, oui?” Gar said, making sweeping gestures with his arms. “You are a lovely person for caring for such delicate and innocent creatures.”
Jenara flushed, pleased. This was too much. All the compliments. She appreciated them, but was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
“Au Revoir, petit chou!” Gar said, kissing her hands again, before backing away and continuing down the street.
Jenara lifted her hands to her chest, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. “Au revoir,” she repeated softly.
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