( open ) liberate your sons and daughters the bush is high but in the hole there's water

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Events around the city, any time.
Where: Everywhere in Baedal.
When: Whenever you’d like.
Notes:

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[eventheskylooksdifferent]

Lena doesn't know if she's supposed to be lurking around these gardens after dark. She's still not real clear on the rules in the city, and she guesses she should look into that sometime.

But the inn still creeps her out, and she's happy to spend as much time away from it as she can. Echomire isn't terribly far from Mog Hill. Mostly-abandoned areas don't bother her; in fact, the area and these gardens in particular remind her of Ravenwood, the family estate back in South Carolina. There's that sense of old history, of inexplicable connections to the past, and the kind of melancholy a place has when it's seen too much, let too much time soak into its grounds.

Lena feels right at home here.

She's so caught up in wandering the spooky grounds, weaving in and out of statues, that she doesn't realize there's someone else in the gardens until she pops out of a row of shrubs nearly in front of him. "Oh!" she exclaims, throwing up a startled hand. Maybe it's to ward him off, maybe the hand comes up out of some habit, some power she was on the verge of bringing to bear. It's hard to say if it's a defensive or offensive gesture.

She lowers her hand, sheepish, watching for any sign of trouble or any hint that this is something other than running into another night-time wanderer. "Excuse me," she offers, "I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone else was here."