Rosethorn's plants.

"Mmmm..." Rosethorn smiled to herself and rolled over in bed.

She couldn't think of a single reason to move.

Sunlight vaguely tickled her face, making the semi-sleeping woman smile even more.

"Rosethorn..." another sleep-ridden woman walked into the kitchen, where she fully expected the earth dedicate to be sitting at the table, sipping her usual mug of tea.

"Rosethorn?" Lark spun around, where was she?

Taking a tentative peek into Rosethorn's room. Lark was astounded to see her still asleep.

Was she ill?

"Rosethorn...?" Lark gently shook her, sighing when she responded even if all she got was a "Comfy..."

"Oh, Rosethorn." Lark sighed, getting up off the corner of the elder woman's bed. "That garden won't weed itself, you know." She quipped the other woman, expecting her at least to reply.

Ah well, she had a late night. And everyone get a head full of sleepy-mist. Rosie just doesn't appear to get it simply because she is up before us and wears it off. Lark reasoned with herself.

She flung open the curtains to the sunny day.

"Mmm... Sunny..." Rosethorn murmured, turning in her half-sleep towards the sun.

Lark sighed, smiling. "Come on now, you. The four will be up in a minute, imagine if Briar sees you like this!"

Rosethorn took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, still full of sleepy contentedness. "nice new fertiliser..." Rosethorn lay back, eyes dopey and totally not connecting with reality.

Lark's hand flew to her mouth. Seriously? She thought Rosethorn had grown out of that phrase.. years ago!

Yet again, she had almost never awoke before rosie, so it was possible this was normal morning behaviour...

"mmmm... yes, yes. Nice nutrients, nice moisture." Rosethorn muttered to herself, sitting up in bed.

"I like the sun." She told Lark, sounding like a child trying to get a parent to buy a toy.

Much to Lark's amusement, she reached out an arm to the golden sunlight filtering to the window, and the red and golden roses also stretched their limbs to the rays of light.

"Yes, yes. Like the sun. like fertiliser. Like briar... mmmm." Rosethorn chewed over her words, thinking. "like Briar. Like Rosethorn. Like Briar."

Lark smiled, perching on the edge of Rosethorn's bed. It sounded like Rosethorn/Rose plant was weighing up which green mage it liked best.

"huh." Rosethorn nodded, swaying slightly.

Lark smiled and shook her head, patting Rosethorn's arm gently.

"Oh. Morning LARK. YOU'RE UP EARLY AREN'T YOU?" Not waiting for an answer, Rosethorn got out of bed. Refolding the sheets, she flapped an arm at the still smiling woman, "Something funny."

At the door, Briar gently creeped back upstairs, smothering his laughter.