Flora Can Also Be Stupid

Korin settles down in front of the pond, lying comfortably across the luxurious green grass he had been taking care of as well as he could since he had claimed the clearing as his own.

"You're never going to fucking believe what Marcy tried to push forward at the meeting today"

He'd felt quite stupid when he started this habit, talking to the lucktallions in his pond as if the tiny creatures could actually understand him, but apparently talking out loud is helpful in processing information and emotions, and it's not like anyone who could actually blab about his weird habits comes to this area, so he'd given it a go, and it surprisingly worked quite well, as he found himself having to count to ten and take deep breaths to avoid having an outburst less often. So it became a regular thing.

Korin's not sure why he always lays down and gets comfortable first, since he always gets up within the next ten minutes to pace around, tending to the various flora he had planted in the clearing around the pond. It wasn't very organised, since it had been a spontaneous decision when he'd come across a young cor selling seeds rather than anything he'd actually planned before rummaging through the various storage rooms in his home for anything that could be used as a planter and taking a whole week's vacation away from running his company to spend the time arranging the mismatched containers and various flora within in a way that looked less "overgrown trash pile" and more "organised chaos”

Korin cut off his story of Marcy's ridiculous business proposals to stare in silent disappointment at the large-leaved plant that was once again trying to grow directly into the light situated to the upper left of it. He really didn't understand why it kept doing that- all his research indicates that he's taking proper care of it, but no matter how much he moves the lamp or turns the pot, the stubborn idiot of a plant insists on getting so close to that damn light which needs to not be right up against the thing to be beneficial.

He sighs and sets about the usual ritual of repositioning the both of them in the vain hope that maybe this time he wouldn't come back to find dying vines curled over the glass shielding the shining bulb, resuming his rant about today's corporate idiocy as he also levitates a watering can and gardening shears over to hopefully save the dumbest piece of fauna he's had the displeasure of caring for.

Several hours and some fully cared for nature later, Korin headed back home. Thank the higher powers that there's no important meetings to attend tomorrow.

...

A couple days later, Korin again glared at the vines attempting to shove themselves directly into a lamp.