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Post by Lance Marik on May 25, 2009 0:46:12 GMT -8
Chris wandered the field, his hands trailing in the tall grass as he moved without direction. He was not one to be seen all that often, mainly because he was just not all that personable. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of all that is around him, the wealth of life in its most simple form. Chris walks silently, simply enjoying nature and solitude, not really expecting to run into anyone, mainly because he rarly does.
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Post by Shelby Amanita on May 25, 2009 0:52:24 GMT -8
Shelby was on her knees beside a tree, a peach cloud around her and her hands inspecting a small slightly wilted flower, "It's ok...." she whispered to it, "I'll take good care of you, Kay?" she asked with a small smile and her bright green eyes glowed softly and the plant's stem began to shimmer and grow, the flower regained it's colour and began to slowly bloom. "I shouldn't leave you here, either....this big tree will take all your nutrients...."
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Post by Lance Marik on May 25, 2009 1:05:20 GMT -8
Chris hears someone elses voice and twitches. He looks up to see a girl sitting besides a small tree. As he sees her he also notices the instant growth of the tree itself. *Someone else that understands plants..?* he wonders to himself. As he is destracted several of the longer plants seem to gently caress his hands, he blinks and the plants return to normal, simply swaying in the light breeze.
Chris walks over to look at the small tree from a few meters away. Sure enough it was nearly right between two of the tree's large roots. If the tree were to remain there it would most certainly be strangled of both water and nutrients. "I am guessing that the tree is wild..." he says, his voice soft, allmost like a whisper on the wind. "I doubyt anyone would make the mistake of planting such a saprling beneath the shadow of such a large tree..." he adds, his voice just barely discernable over the ambiant noise of the surrounding area...
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Post by Shelby Amanita on May 25, 2009 1:11:04 GMT -8
Shelby smiles at the little tree, the peach cloud expanded and the sweet scent spread around, "OK, little tree....you're already blooming, so you'll beable to live if I move you!" she didn't hear Chris' words, and was obviously more interested in saving the little tree, "I just need to be careful not to hurt your roots..." she made a circle around the small tree big enough to where she was sure she wouldn't hurt the roots and started digging with her hands, "It'll be ok little tree....I'll put you somewhere with better sun...."
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Post by Lance Marik on May 25, 2009 1:15:01 GMT -8
Chris stepped a little closer, holding out his hand. Instantly the the little tree seemed allmost to wiggle itself, slowly shaking itself free of the ground and pulling up it's own roots to pull itself free of the ground. "I have found that it is easier if they do it themselves. They tend to be less likely to be damaged that way." He adds, it would be noticed that his eyes are seeming to shimmer lightly as he gets the plant to move...
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Post by Shelby Amanita on May 25, 2009 1:25:42 GMT -8
Shelby gasped and she looked at Chris, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath and looked at the tree, "Umm.....Thank you...." she took the plant gently in her hands and stood and looked up at Chris, "How long...were you watching me?" she asked and the peach cloud dissipated a little.
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Post by Lance Marik on May 25, 2009 1:29:08 GMT -8
"Not long..." he says, his voice still quite soft. "I heard you talking as I was passing by and decided to see who else was here..." he adds, his tone quite low, though he would still be able to be heard. As he speaks the grass seems to all sway in his direction at once, allmost as though drawn to him for one inexplicable reason or another.
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Post by Shelby Amanita on May 25, 2009 10:04:29 GMT -8
Shelby looked at the grass and tilted her head softly, her bright green eyes glistening from the sun, "Why....Do you draw plants to you...?" she asked, "Do they...No...Nevermind." she looked at him with a wounderous gaze, "I'm-uh.....Shelby Amanita..." She lifted one side of her skirt with her hand and took a small curtsey. Her other hand was gently holding and protecting the little tree from falling.
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Post by Lance Marik on May 25, 2009 16:14:04 GMT -8
Chris shrugs lightly "Don't know really, just allways have." he says, then nods lightly in a mildly cordial bow "Names Chris. Chris Hunter. Pleasure to make your aquaintence." he says, waving one hand carelessly and causing all of the plants in that direction to sway and seemingly grow slightly.
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