wisdom begins in wonder
"How d'ya know you're the only one?" It seems fairly unlikely, given how many people live here, and for how long, and the roles the heralds have played in their lives. "What kinda difficult times? How'd they help?" You do not stop to consider that maybe these are questions she will not want to answer. If they are, well, you're fine letting go of the topic. You have a lot more to wonder about, after all.
You look at the plant that Phoebe has pointed out as not growing particularly well with an expression of unhappiness, shaking your head a little and scooting toward it in the dirt. "Well that's 'cus they like it real hot, o'course," you explain patiently, as though she were a student and you the master gardener. Giving the wilting plant a critical eye, you tsk, shaking your head. "There now- this isn' your ecosystem, is it? It's too cold an' too early, an' you're all crowded. Let's scoot ya over here."
Without much thought to how it might disturb Phoebe's garden arrangement you nudge the bush along with your mind, coaxing it into a plot of dirt with more space before placing your hand on the earth beside it. Closing your eyes, you hold yourself still, willing the wilty bush to bloom.
You look at the plant that Phoebe has pointed out as not growing particularly well with an expression of unhappiness, shaking your head a little and scooting toward it in the dirt. "Well that's 'cus they like it real hot, o'course," you explain patiently, as though she were a student and you the master gardener. Giving the wilting plant a critical eye, you tsk, shaking your head. "There now- this isn' your ecosystem, is it? It's too cold an' too early, an' you're all crowded. Let's scoot ya over here."
Without much thought to how it might disturb Phoebe's garden arrangement you nudge the bush along with your mind, coaxing it into a plot of dirt with more space before placing your hand on the earth beside it. Closing your eyes, you hold yourself still, willing the wilty bush to bloom.
