KJDarKnight
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It wasn't terribly long before they could move Mathias back to his bed, thankfully he woke long enough to get dried and changed himself before going back to sleep. For now until dinner probably he would just sleep which was alright, the doctor had given him antibiotics for the day already.
Pepper spent the day cleaning the house after, to destress. Peter happy enough to help out too, would be nice for Mathias when he woke again.
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Meanwhile Justira was using her own gift to help give Gray a surprise when he came home. She knelt by the first scrawny plant and bent down, whispering to it and stroking the stalk gently with her fingers as if somehow coaxing it to grow, she closed her eyes. She couldn't hear peoples voices or anything normal people could hear but she could hear something in the silence. The sounds of life that the normal ear couldn't. Plants and animals made sounds that spoke to her, she called them voices but they weren't words in the traditional sense... come to think if it, it was like Gray's code he interpreted. The thought made her smile faintly, opening her eyes again she looked at the little plant, pleased to see the leaves were fuller and bright and even a few blossoms about to open. She doubted the whispering helped at all but she felt like it did somehow.
In essence she could hear what the living thing needed and help accelerate the process, a form of healing in it's own right. her people called it witchcraft and had thrown her mother out for offending the gods with it. So she kept it to herself for fear of the same but it seemed it hadn't mattered, they still suspected and they had still cast her aside. A black sheep if ever there was one in her clan.
Surely bringing life to one little plant wouldn't hurt though and maybe Gray would see the beauty in her gift. She laid down on the ground and watched the little thing and listened to the plants all around her, telling her their ailments and telling her their joy for being alive, it made her smile and slowly she drifted to sleep her hand still resting at the base of the plant
Pepper spent the day cleaning the house after, to destress. Peter happy enough to help out too, would be nice for Mathias when he woke again.
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Meanwhile Justira was using her own gift to help give Gray a surprise when he came home. She knelt by the first scrawny plant and bent down, whispering to it and stroking the stalk gently with her fingers as if somehow coaxing it to grow, she closed her eyes. She couldn't hear peoples voices or anything normal people could hear but she could hear something in the silence. The sounds of life that the normal ear couldn't. Plants and animals made sounds that spoke to her, she called them voices but they weren't words in the traditional sense... come to think if it, it was like Gray's code he interpreted. The thought made her smile faintly, opening her eyes again she looked at the little plant, pleased to see the leaves were fuller and bright and even a few blossoms about to open. She doubted the whispering helped at all but she felt like it did somehow.
In essence she could hear what the living thing needed and help accelerate the process, a form of healing in it's own right. her people called it witchcraft and had thrown her mother out for offending the gods with it. So she kept it to herself for fear of the same but it seemed it hadn't mattered, they still suspected and they had still cast her aside. A black sheep if ever there was one in her clan.
Surely bringing life to one little plant wouldn't hurt though and maybe Gray would see the beauty in her gift. She laid down on the ground and watched the little thing and listened to the plants all around her, telling her their ailments and telling her their joy for being alive, it made her smile and slowly she drifted to sleep her hand still resting at the base of the plant