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[splinteredglass]

@irrfahrer

“Did you know that when Arallutes wither, they close their pretty petals and dry up, closing the seeds inside so they start rattling? Traditionally those are used as babyrattles, so eventually those pretty little violet thing were connected with childbirth and young married couples because can you imagine, young married couples tend to kriff around a lot and pups happen this way. When I accompany couples as a midwife through their first pregnancy and the first months after childbirth, I usually gift them a pot with a Arallute. Its a kriffing nice gesture and arallutes are suprisingly hard to kill and since young parents are alwas on the verge of dying themself from exhaustion arallutes are not only pretty looking but the only thing able to survive when noone looks after them because the parents are either sleeping or taking care of their pup and sometimes even at the same time doing both. In fact did you know that when people marry their friends and family plant arallutes in their gardens to bless the connection and also probably wish them a helathy life of kriffing around, but anyway- instead of actually beeing pretty seldom on Alderaans plains, Arallutes do not need much to grow and act as a very kriffing pretty ground-cover-plant with their stark violet colour, so how about we plant some Arallutes to freshen up some of the beds in my greenhouse?” Ziv wriggled her eyebrows up at Tamlen, doing her best in seducing people with the glory of plant lore!   [Keeping up the tradition of Zivs horrible flirtations!]

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“Back on my homeplanet, it wasn’t unusual for the Clan to step in and help take care of children if the parents ended up needing help,” Tamlen offered, unsure what exactly to do with the sudden infodump on planets. Though despite the uncertainty, the Dalish certainly seemed to be interested despite himself. Even had he wanted to ignore the vastness of the unknown (to him) galaxy, the temptation to learn more always seemed to prickle at the back of his mind.

It’s left over from when he used to get into trouble trying to learn more back in the Dales, no doubt. No amount of discipline ever seemed to completely curb Tamlen’s thirst for learning new things-- it merely taught him how better to hide it.

A shrug soon follows suit at Ziv’s question-- suggestion?-- about planting some. Despite his grousing over the incident with apparent exploding plants, Tamlen didn’t actually hold any distaste towards them. Especially ones that held a use of one sort or another-- and usually it just took learning to find one, “It’s your greenhouse. If you want to plant Arallutes then there’s nothing stopping you.”