For his weekly task, Duncan had been assigned the task of making a garden. He could have easily found some wildflowers, replanted them somewhere, and called it a garden, but being the crazy-prepared person he was, the male decided to plant a rather small herb garden that would grow quickly and have many uses apart from simply looking pretty.

At this point, he was destroying more plants than he was planting in one of the smaller city squares in an area filled with soft dirt. His legs, hands, and face were inexplicably covered in semi-wet dirt, and he was about five hundred percent done with this. "crap... fuck," he practically whined as he snapped the stem off one of the echinacea flowers, the one rhat was meant to be harvested to use for treatment of the flu. That one had taken him a long time to look up in books after he'd found the plants growing wild near the edge of the city. The only other plants he'd been able to identify were lavender and marigold, both of which he'd found to be useful, especially the versatile lavender. And it didn't hurt that lavender smelled good, which was definitely a beneficial thing.

＃forsaken