Thor’s smile is small and uncertain, but it’s still a smile nonetheless. “I guess that’d be all right... we have to walk a bit to get there.”
This time, it does not seem so difficult to leave the house, for some reason. Thor’s voice is a little rough from disuse, but he finds the words begin to flow a little easier the more he speaks, pointing out little landmarks as they venture to the greenhouse, interspersed here and there between houses and hotels-turned-dorms. He does not walk them all the way out to the islands closest to the mainland, with little of interest there to see up close just yet, but he does point out the rocky bluff of Odin’s Tower across the water.
The greenhouse is several minutes’ walk from the lighthouse-keeper’s cottage, nestled in a space where a small parking lot used to be. It smells of fresh lumber and tilled soil, and the glass gleams cleanly. Multiple rows of dirt have been prepared to accept seeds and seedlings, some at ground level, others raised onto tables for easier tending. Nothing is growing yet, though there are shipments of seeds and bulbs collected against one wall, waiting to be planted.
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This time, it does not seem so difficult to leave the house, for some reason. Thor’s voice is a little rough from disuse, but he finds the words begin to flow a little easier the more he speaks, pointing out little landmarks as they venture to the greenhouse, interspersed here and there between houses and hotels-turned-dorms. He does not walk them all the way out to the islands closest to the mainland, with little of interest there to see up close just yet, but he does point out the rocky bluff of Odin’s Tower across the water.
The greenhouse is several minutes’ walk from the lighthouse-keeper’s cottage, nestled in a space where a small parking lot used to be. It smells of fresh lumber and tilled soil, and the glass gleams cleanly. Multiple rows of dirt have been prepared to accept seeds and seedlings, some at ground level, others raised onto tables for easier tending. Nothing is growing yet, though there are shipments of seeds and bulbs collected against one wall, waiting to be planted.