It's clear to Delphinium that this poor Independent must have been spending much time away from his own kind. Humans were good company when they wanted to be, but it wasn't the same. She'd have to point him to a good town with a population of happy plants, maybe they could find a way to return a bit of his lost life energy. But until then.. until then she's just one, a small bulb in the sand, but she'd do what she could to soothe that pain she could pick up on.
No. I've heard rumors, of course, but.. There were two! And he'd called for help as well, and there was an ark.. And the fighting. The fighting had been against this brother.
Plants didn't fight each other. It was an odd thought, one she mulls over carefully. There would of course have to be a dire reason to even consider it. Unspeaking plants, a brother scouring the world for them and saving them in an ark, humanity cowering in terror. It's a dreadful series of images and feelings, horrifying in their own way, and carefully she detatches her own feelings from them so his memories don't blur into her own. It happened to someone else, in another time, not to her, and that tiny fragment of distance is enough to weigh Vash's explanations with the sobriety it deserves.
A second feather sneaks out to join the first. He really has been through it, she'd been right.
Nothing like fighting of the sort to make a plant go dark. The cities I know are as ... at peace as we can make it, with the natives and the climate being what they are. Sometimes there's echos of something going on with our kin in July, but it's so far away I only catch hints. I think the other Independent ones are there too.
Delphinium isn't a scientist either, but she knows how her power works. As she thinks, tiny wings flittering again in consideration. And then she reaches out to the connection to all of her siblings, the undercurrent she'd been used to all her life of thoughts and images and commentary, other plants and other lives - and finds it oddly diminished. There, certainly there, and one or two she recognizes instantly, but .... less than it should be. To them, over vast distances, his questions are posed. And then relayed on to the others further out, and posed again. And again, and again. Where one mind fails, many might have the answers.
As close as he is, Vash may well be able to feel it, the reach, the distant link to nebulous others without being the abstractions he's best used to and took what comfort he could from.
I would teach you, poppy brother, but I'm not sure it would be safe to. You'll lose days with each thing you make. she rests the palm of her lower set of arms on her chin, thoughtful. How to explain what they do, to someone who neever has? But to make it easy, there is this place, the physical. You can touch it, breathe it, bite it if you want. A bullet, or a bun, or a star. And there is a place where the physical is an idea, and energy is everything. A plant stands between them, and we can with a little help of machines, take the idea of a physical thing, take the energy of it, bring it here, and make it a thing. I gather it with my feathers, and shape it with my thoughts. If I don't want to I can make the machine shape it for me.
There is no demonstration, he's surely seen plants make things before. Moving a thing, or a person, from one place to another is just moving energy around again at the root of it. I couldn't do it, but it might be possible if many of us got together and tried on one thing at the same time. But please listen, younger brother.
Delphinium leans close, nose and forehead to the glass, pupilless eyes wide. If our sisters have brought us to this place, at this time, there is a reason they did it. Something was broken, and it's being fixed right now, by us being here. If you find the ones who called, and who managed this, don't ask them to send anyone anywhere yet. We have work to do first. And she was going to have to find herself a nice town to settle down in quicker than expected. In spite of that, she smiles, an almost human gesture except for it having too many teeth and showing the barest edges of her mandibles. It's almost impish. It's a good thing, being here. I will ask those I can reach, and we'll coordinate. Humans have radios but we're better.
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No. I've heard rumors, of course, but.. There were two! And he'd called for help as well, and there was an ark.. And the fighting. The fighting had been against this brother.
Plants didn't fight each other. It was an odd thought, one she mulls over carefully. There would of course have to be a dire reason to even consider it. Unspeaking plants, a brother scouring the world for them and saving them in an ark, humanity cowering in terror. It's a dreadful series of images and feelings, horrifying in their own way, and carefully she detatches her own feelings from them so his memories don't blur into her own. It happened to someone else, in another time, not to her, and that tiny fragment of distance is enough to weigh Vash's explanations with the sobriety it deserves.
A second feather sneaks out to join the first. He really has been through it, she'd been right.
Nothing like fighting of the sort to make a plant go dark. The cities I know are as ... at peace as we can make it, with the natives and the climate being what they are. Sometimes there's echos of something going on with our kin in July, but it's so far away I only catch hints. I think the other Independent ones are there too.
Delphinium isn't a scientist either, but she knows how her power works. As she thinks, tiny wings flittering again in consideration. And then she reaches out to the connection to all of her siblings, the undercurrent she'd been used to all her life of thoughts and images and commentary, other plants and other lives - and finds it oddly diminished. There, certainly there, and one or two she recognizes instantly, but .... less than it should be. To them, over vast distances, his questions are posed. And then relayed on to the others further out, and posed again. And again, and again. Where one mind fails, many might have the answers.
As close as he is, Vash may well be able to feel it, the reach, the distant link to nebulous others without being the abstractions he's best used to and took what comfort he could from.
I would teach you, poppy brother, but I'm not sure it would be safe to. You'll lose days with each thing you make. she rests the palm of her lower set of arms on her chin, thoughtful. How to explain what they do, to someone who neever has? But to make it easy, there is this place, the physical. You can touch it, breathe it, bite it if you want. A bullet, or a bun, or a star. And there is a place where the physical is an idea, and energy is everything. A plant stands between them, and we can with a little help of machines, take the idea of a physical thing, take the energy of it, bring it here, and make it a thing. I gather it with my feathers, and shape it with my thoughts. If I don't want to I can make the machine shape it for me.
There is no demonstration, he's surely seen plants make things before. Moving a thing, or a person, from one place to another is just moving energy around again at the root of it. I couldn't do it, but it might be possible if many of us got together and tried on one thing at the same time. But please listen, younger brother.
Delphinium leans close, nose and forehead to the glass, pupilless eyes wide. If our sisters have brought us to this place, at this time, there is a reason they did it. Something was broken, and it's being fixed right now, by us being here. If you find the ones who called, and who managed this, don't ask them to send anyone anywhere yet. We have work to do first. And she was going to have to find herself a nice town to settle down in quicker than expected. In spite of that, she smiles, an almost human gesture except for it having too many teeth and showing the barest edges of her mandibles. It's almost impish. It's a good thing, being here. I will ask those I can reach, and we'll coordinate. Humans have radios but we're better.