Private Finished Save A Flower, Watch Where You Step

Tending to the flower beds around school was relaxing. Myrrh loved his personal garden at home, but he grew those flowers for the purpose of perfume making. His personal garden was designed for efficiency, yield and quality. The school flower gardens just had to look nice. Which is what Myrrh liked about the gardening club. It was his time to relax with fellow plant lovers and help make the school into a better place.

So, when he saw some red-headed dude about to step onto a patch of young, green flower sprouts he acted fast. Myrrh vocalized a sound akin to nails on a chalkboard. A very tame, and harmless version of his potentially hurtful screech. In the heat of the moment it seemed more startling than a simple, 'stop!'. Regardless of his methods, the sprouts were unharmed. Myrrh flew over, landing with a hop before the dude. "You need to watch where you're going, man. You almost crushed these flowers."

Myrrh never quite made eye contact when talking, and though his words sounded harsh, they were spoken in the way an adult would chide a naughty child. Though, given how Myrrh had to look up to see the guy's face it might be hard to take him seriously.

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"Yeah, well. . . just be careful. In the future." Myrrh muttered, his anger deflated by this guy's shy response. Jeez. "I'm in the gardening club so it's my responsibility to look after the gardens." He added, to justify his actions. This guy was so awkward and Myrrh didn't feel like looking like a bad guy in the middle of the school courtyard. People had phones and he didn't want to see himself show up on the island's social media.

Myrrh had to change the subject, and went with the first thing he saw. "What's up with the nullification bracelet. Powers too strong?" He tried to stand up straighter while talking, but there was still at least a foot difference between their height.

Myrrh shuffled awkwardly at the apology and that was when he realized he had no plan for what came after screeching at a guy. Oh well, it wasn't like he cared about this random dude or anything. "Ah, that sucks." Myrrh said, not noticing how the topic made Aj uncomfortable.

However, Myrrh did not like their height difference. The teen harpy never liked how small he was compared to most of his peers. "Cool." Myrrh said, then grudgingly added his name. "Myrrh. . ." He looked this guy up and down, clearly wondering what Aj's deal was with his powers. "You'll get the hang of them, maybe. Or maybe you won't. Wouldn't be the first kid who can't control their powers."

Myrrh did a sort of half nod. He supposed he could understand what it was like to suddenly gain powers. Wasn't really something he thought much about, he was born supernatural and grew up around them. People came to the island all the time because of sudden powers. Myrrh knew several who never shut up about it. What he didn't expect, however, was that comment on his wings.

"Oh! Um, thanks." Myrrh's wings did a little flap and he stood a little straighter. He put a lot of work into making his feathers look nice. "Gotta keep them in good condition. I use only the best ptoducts on them; all natural, organic and locally sourced." The slightest of smiles pulled on the corner of Myrrh's mouth.

It was very hard to resist the urge to pose, but Myrrh held back. He didn't want to come off as too brag-y. "And with local products you know what's in it and can talk to the person who makes it. Anyone who buys commercial are just corporate chickens. Cheap, cheap! Must buy cheap!" Myrrh snorted a laugh at those sad chickens who wouldn't know good product even if it fell in their lap.

"What I am?" Myrrh repeated, the question saved Aj from what could have been a long rant on 'corporate chickens'. The question wasn't uncommon and it was better than people assuming Myrrh was some kind of generic bird man. "I'm a Greek harpy. One variation at least. I've known a few without hands." He wiggled his fingers to emphasize his point.