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name; ryvie corniel
age; eighteen
sexuality; pansexual
mood; calm, happy
location; greenhouse
tags; open
age; eighteen
sexuality; pansexual
mood; calm, happy
location; greenhouse
tags; open
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Ryvie walked down the steps into the greenhouse, which was a nice cozy size. There were three shelves of plants on the east wall of the greenhouse. On the highest shelf were floers such as lavender. On the middle shelf were her herbs, one of her favorites were oregano, and on the bottom shelf were small cacti and spice plants. Ryvie had a few hanging baskets over flowing with bright and beautiful flowers of all shapes and sizes. On the west wall in the corner sat three large cupboards of jars. The jars had labels that had the name of the dried flower or herb inside the jar. The middle cabinet had strictly herbs while the one flushed against the corner of the wall was filled with dried flowers, mostly lavender. The last cabinet had random spices and other plants Ryvie had gathered throughout time. She had a desk near the entrance of the green house that was quite large for the room. At the desk was a small swivel chair and plants scattered about the top. Underneath her desk were cabinets with blenders, dehydrators and other gadgets.
Ryvie walked over to the pump near the north end of the green house and began her routine for the day. She rolled up the sleeves to her long, ratted grey sweater and began pumping water into the watering can. Once full, she started by watering the hanging bastkets, then the larger plants that were strewn about the room. Once finished with that, she took some of the self-watering orbs out of the plants and refilled the water inside then replaced them. Ryvie sighed and sat down at her desk, looking around the room.


