No, no, no, it's not good at all! [She looks upset, not at Henry but at herself.]
The flowers are... Yes, they're fine. That's how I envisioned them but at this point, I should be able to make this whole place a meadow without having to make more script!
[The young witch is pacing back and forth, crushing blades of grass and flowers beneath her feet while one arm is wrapped around herself and with her other hand, she gnaws on her thumb in utter frustration. She's absorbed in her work, trying to overcome what she currently lacks.]
Do I need to cross-reference with another language? That's going to take another few weeks to decipher and combine. Do I have to shorten it? No, lack of detail means more room for mistakes but if I write even more...!
[Amelia squats down and starts pulling out tufts of grass from the ground, directing her self-flagellation at her self-perceived poor results instead.]
God dammit, the flowers don't even have their own scent! So even that's no good!
[Reading, practicing, testing, and applying was all she could do during her isolation. With no one else around, she only has herself to belittle and berate, and even with a visitor in this memory she ends up doing much the same to herself.]
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No, no, no, it's not good at all! [She looks upset, not at Henry but at herself.]
The flowers are... Yes, they're fine. That's how I envisioned them but at this point, I should be able to make this whole place a meadow without having to make more script!
[The young witch is pacing back and forth, crushing blades of grass and flowers beneath her feet while one arm is wrapped around herself and with her other hand, she gnaws on her thumb in utter frustration. She's absorbed in her work, trying to overcome what she currently lacks.]
Do I need to cross-reference with another language? That's going to take another few weeks to decipher and combine. Do I have to shorten it? No, lack of detail means more room for mistakes but if I write even more...!
[Amelia squats down and starts pulling out tufts of grass from the ground, directing her self-flagellation at her self-perceived poor results instead.]
God dammit, the flowers don't even have their own scent! So even that's no good!
[Reading, practicing, testing, and applying was all she could do during her isolation. With no one else around, she only has herself to belittle and berate, and even with a visitor in this memory she ends up doing much the same to herself.]