[For Henry] A witch and a sorceress walk into a garden...

[st_oriedqueen]

When Regina had been at the Inn two weeks and it had shown no sign of dumping her and Snow back in Gotham or anywhere else, Regina decided it was time to stop holing up in her room or the office she'd claimed for herself. Her afternoon crying jags (around Roland's naptime) had subsided again (since they'd already subsided but came back with her hope he might be here). And she'd done most of her crying over Robin the first time they were parted, so if she celebrated the odd lonely night with a cup of sorrow, it was rare, and late, when the nightmares hit and he didn't immediately move to hold her, so she didn't risk unQueenly (thanks, Mother) behavior with crying in public.

Naturally, after the stables where Snow took such wonderful care of the horses, the first place she explored were the gardens. More grounds than gardens, really. As manicured as her palace had been, if much heavier on pink and red,and so predominantly show-floral that it surprised her to find a sectioned off garden of calendula, motherwort, passionflower, chamomile, lavender, nasturtium, catnip, and sweet violet among others.

Not the plants she needed for potions, generally, but clearly someone had an eye for plants with potentially magical properties. Hm. Curious and heedless of her (glamored) teal Vera Wang zipper dress, stockings, and heels, she knelt and lightly pressed her fingers to the dirt to see if she felt magical energy emanating from it.

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[st_udious]

She wasn't wrong, but he wasn't entirely sure what to say about that. It'd been bold enough that it was noticeable and that was what he'd been trained to avoid. People weren't to know, not even spouses unless they were part of the order which...definitely wasn't the norm. A witch, he supposed would be allowed to know, but then the order could never know he'd married a witch. He understood the necessity of secrecy, but he did hate it a bit.

He slipped his hands in his pockets and nodded some in understanding. "Different philosophies or not, I'm glad to meet another magic user."

[st_oriedqueen]

"In my experience, meeting other 'magic users' is rarely a good thing." It was rather less tart than it might have been. He had an earnestness about him that reminded her somewhat of Daniel. Not Daniel as she'd loved him, but Daniel as he might have lived happily without her.

"I'm not opposed to this being an exception." She offered him a smile with that, nothing brilliant, but not pure politics either. More the possibility of a smile, like the possibility that they wouldn't end up at each other's throats.