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towerofanimus2012-08-25 10:54 am
terraformagica) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-25 10:54 am
[OPEN] I walk out in the flowers and feel better~
Characters: Amalia & yours~
Setting: Floor 25 (Meadow)
Time: Any
Format: No preference
Summary: Sadida princess feels it's her responsibility to make things green again! How well she fares, that's still up for debate. Come bother her and make sure she doesn't pass out or anything from over-exerting her powers?
Warnings: Probably none.
This wasn't the first time Amalia had tentatively ventured up the staircase to the Tower's levels that had been ruined in the whale monster's attack, but she'd never ventured off the steps and onto the floors themselves.
Yet today was different and now she was standing in the torn up dirt that had once been a lush meadow. She knelt into the soil and carefully brushed some of the debris away from what might have been a clover patch before. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," she said quietly to the crumpled plants. "I was scared, but that's not an excuse. I still... have a lot to learn."
She pressed her hands flat into the dirt, closed her eyes and concentrated. Ripples of green light spread out from her in a circles and after a few moments, there began to be stirrings of new roots beneath the soil with a few tender green shoots tentatively raising into view. When she opened her eyes again, there was a radius of about 15 feet that was starting to grow again, like a young spring just recovering from a harsh winter. It was a long way from the lushness it had been, but now it could start growing back on its own.
Amalia looked at the rest of the ruined meadow, then down at the little patch she'd just created. She still had a lot of work to do.
Setting: Floor 25 (Meadow)
Time: Any
Format: No preference
Summary: Sadida princess feels it's her responsibility to make things green again! How well she fares, that's still up for debate. Come bother her and make sure she doesn't pass out or anything from over-exerting her powers?
Warnings: Probably none.
This wasn't the first time Amalia had tentatively ventured up the staircase to the Tower's levels that had been ruined in the whale monster's attack, but she'd never ventured off the steps and onto the floors themselves.
Yet today was different and now she was standing in the torn up dirt that had once been a lush meadow. She knelt into the soil and carefully brushed some of the debris away from what might have been a clover patch before. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," she said quietly to the crumpled plants. "I was scared, but that's not an excuse. I still... have a lot to learn."
She pressed her hands flat into the dirt, closed her eyes and concentrated. Ripples of green light spread out from her in a circles and after a few moments, there began to be stirrings of new roots beneath the soil with a few tender green shoots tentatively raising into view. When she opened her eyes again, there was a radius of about 15 feet that was starting to grow again, like a young spring just recovering from a harsh winter. It was a long way from the lushness it had been, but now it could start growing back on its own.
Amalia looked at the rest of the ruined meadow, then down at the little patch she'd just created. She still had a lot of work to do.
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But she broke off, because she realized that her train of thought could be considered rude. After all, she didn't know what kind of life he'd come from.
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There was also the fact that the people from his world didn't exactly like Alter users even if they were working for the government. Carefully, he lowered his right hand with the palm open for the dancing flowers to inspect. "I'm happy."
What he didn't say, which was something that he wanted to say, he was much happier now that he had met her.
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The flowers all crowded around Elian's hand, poking his fingers and trying to climb over them like it was a huge jungle gym. Amalia was sprinkling water on a few other plants who'd revived themselves from the trampled ground and were now cleaning themselves as though they were showering.
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His eyes looked up at the other plants that were bathing. Elian blinked for a moment then looked at Amalia with wonder. "How do you do this?"
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"Hm, you might be right. Does your power come from the tree?"
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He leaned forward again with his head supported by his hands, his feet kicking behind him slowly. "I would like to be there to hear the story myself, but I have to go back to my world to tell it."
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One of the flowers hopped onto the top of his head to lounge on the part lazily with a yawn. The flower made Elian giggle softly. "Someone's comfortable."
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