Blossom Bower — [Open - AW] Familar Enough Habits

Fluffy, coned ears twisted in response to the sound of another approaching, turning their cobalt gaze skyward as the bat-winged being landed in the fading light of the day. They were a bit surprised to see him for a moment - it was a cooler sort of day, with a wonderful breeze, tugging gently at the tufts laced through their fur. It was perfect basking temperatures, they'd even begun to scout out a good basking stone to spread out their wings and allow the warmth to seep into their muscles and soothe any cramps that had formed over the night. The confusion faded however at the somewhat strange scent wafting from the hyena, unfamiliar to what he'd borne before and reminded them of the salves he mentioned. Convenient - they would need to learn that recipe, on the change they encounter other vampires like Balthazar and Sage in the future. It was a much too useful form of medicine to pass up learning.  "Good morning," they greeted easily, walking around the circular garden with a critical eye. It seemed to be alright, the mounds deliberately organized in a slightly slanted fashion to continue on with the charade of disguising it from fliers and walkers that glance by. "Thank you - hopefully, no one will be able to tell it's a garden from above. Or if they do, it's because they're looking for help." Though Larkspur hopes that if they're not around, anyone who needs help would at least be careful and kind enough to not destroy all of their hard work. "For now, I'd like to re-establish some basic herbs," Larkspur said. If the giant was willing to help them acquire all the sprouts they needed, then the chocolate furred wolf wouldn't have to search too far for some of the harder or more finicky to carry things. "A little beadwood, coneflowers, celadine and maybe everlast." They turned away from their garden thoughtfully, "Woodmint would be nice as well but I'd need a raised garden to keep it from strangling my others." Again, you only make a mistake in that vein once before you learn from it. She'd lost a lot of good flowers to that badly planned, impulsively added patch of rapidly growing herb. So very useful - so very quick to destroy her entire patch. "Do you think a drain is needed?" Larkspur asked looking at the garden. The area before digging ti up was well-draining if the flowers around it said anything but now that she'd dug it up, loosening all of the soil, new rain-fall could end up washing it away. The stones were meant to prevent some of that, meant to contain any water that could've broken through the cracks but they hadn't want it to be too tightly pressed together given they also don't want to drown their flowers. "Is there any way to create one without it being... obvious?" --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.