[Her unnatural eyes flick over to the girl, but only briefly before returning to the offending goose. She swipes the rake a few more times while advancing to force the beast back. Angry honks and a flap of wings answer.]
[She was too busy being past the point of caring.]
The garden is not mine, I must admit. I simply happened upon it. I see you do not know who tends it.
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[She was too busy being past the point of caring.]
The garden is not mine, I must admit. I simply happened upon it. I see you do not know who tends it.