Of course, the eruption. That definitely made more sense to memorialise in such a way. Fendros thought that he must have been too caught up in his parent's grievances to realise it. The garden took on a slightly new form now, the very ash that fell on the place must have made the soil of the garden rich. Poetic was an appropriate description. Fendros took in the garden some more while next to Ahnasha, this was the kind of place he felt he could just relax in. Where he could let his worldly worries melt away. 

They stayed sitting for a little while longer, but the sound of movement nearby preceding the scent of someone in perfume drove Fendros to slowly get up. "As much as I like this place, I think we'd end up staying here for the entire day if we didn't move along," Fendros said, extending a hand to Ahnasha. A flash of colour caused Fendros to glance up at the impending source of movement. It was a well dressed Dunmer noble by the looks. She held her chin high and proud, and glanced with a pout back at them, but seemed content just to walk along. "The temple is nearby," Fendros suggested, looking down at Ahnasha again, "I think at this time of day it won't be too crowded."

The local walking by caused Fendros to pause for a moment. He wasn't ashamed, was he? No, maybe just concerned how long their welcome would last. The innkeeper from the other day really did put a dampening impression on the city's populace for him.

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While they both looked up at Meesei when she approached, Ariel was the one who answered. The awkwardness from the end of the previous conversation between the sisters had worn off, but it had left Ariel a little down. "Oh? We're nearly done here. We just have to seal the last flask and we'll be all set." Ariel said, managing a smile.

"Only seven flasks," Sabine reminded them while she melted the wax into the top of the flask, the fuse sticking out of the top.

Glancing to Sabine, then back to Meesei, Ariel pulled an ambivalent face for a moment. "Yes, we only had enough for seven rather than eight like I had hoped, but I think we'll manage." Ariel's expression turned into a reassuring smile, "As long as we're frugal, and none of them break before we light them, I think we'll manage." Ariel leaned around Meesei to look at the Thrall, "How goes your analysis?"