Farah stared at the pot in front of her, a thin line compressing across her lips as she sighed softly. The day was just about to start, and she had wanted to get up early to start on her project. She was determined to grow something different this year, however; she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to plant. She could always grow more vegetables for the family, but the vast gardens they had already would only negate the idea. She sighed softly, shaking her head as a smile replaced her pursed lips. She could, perhaps, plant a flower, but what flower? There were many, perhaps she could cross-breed one? With that thought in mind, she grabbed a few more pots and grabbed a few bags of different flower seeds.
She began mending the soil, molding it and shaping it before pouring it into the pots and glanced at the bags in her hands. "Let's see, I have Geranium, Sunflowers, Amaryllis, Lillies, Chrysanthemum, and Gladiolus. I don't...think any of these are compatible," she muttered to herself. She released a soft sigh before placing the packets back on the small table. The greenhouse of the Academy was small, but at least it was mainly deserted. No one liked to use it, save for herself, and one of her siblings when they came to help her. "Maybe I should just do something different" she continued. Perhaps she should do something different. Usually, she could plant just about anything, however; today seemed a little more...difficult.
The Greenhouse was one of Trevor's favorite places to be. He'd never actually known his mother, but his sister had told him that he had inherited her ability to use Terrakinesis. It was this ability that made him feel like he'd never lost her at all. Of course, he loved Reiko, and would always be grateful to her for raising him, but...she was also not the woman who had given birth to him, or who had given her life to save her child and grandchildren.
He was brought out of his past musings by someone speaking. It seemed that he was not alone, and that they were...talking to themselves. A slight smile graced his lips; it was Farah. He listened to her for a second, before glancing at the flower pots and seeds. his eyes rested on one of the already potted plants, one that looked rather sad and wilted. He wasn't at all surprised; it was a tropical plant, one not suited to this climate. With a slight smile, he twirled a finger, the plant perking up right before their eyes.
"Actually, most plants are compatible, so long as you know how to accommodate for both of them." He smiled down at Farah, his hands in his pockets. "Mind if I join you, Farah?"
Farah nearly jumped out of her own skin when Trevor spoke. How had she not smelled him? Was he here throughout the entire time she was talking to herself? Gods, he must think she's crazy. And it was that thought that caused her face to burn a bright crimson color. Thankfully, it was hidden beneath the mask of the dark, sunlight still being another hour away. She fumbled for her words, juggling the pots still in her hand as she tried to keep from dropping them. Was her nose broken or something? Her sense of smell wasn't as good as her siblings, or her parents, however; it was still canine, and his scent was hardly anything to miss.
"Ah...n-n-no...I mean...yes, y-you can," she began, stuttering as her face turned even darker. Really, it was infuriating how she couldn't speak properly in front of him. She wanted to not look like a fool for once, let alone have him think something was wrong with her. "And...of course m-most are c-compatible but that doesn't m-mean they will g-grow properly," she stated, cursing herself for not making sense as she spoke. It never failed, that her mind and most of her common sense went flying out the window whenever he was here. If only she had the guts to tell him, perhaps everything would not be so awkward. She hadn't missed the way the dead plant sprang back to life, and knew he had something to do with it.
"I'm...s-s-sorry," she quickly apologized as she played with the hem of her shirt.
By now, Trevor was pretty much used to her reactions to him, but every time he'd ever brought it up, he'd only made things worse. So this time, he decided to not mention it. He wasn't sure if it would work or not, but it was worth a shot. Really, all he wanted was for her to be comfortable around him. As uncomfortable as he was around Ryoku, Eien, and Hikari, he was perfectly fine around her, for some reason. So he didn't want her to be afraid of him, or whatever she was.
He winked then. "Or, you know someone who can grow literally anything." He reached out and touched one of the pots she had been holding, and though there had been nothing planted, a single white lily sprung to life. It was different from normal ones; plants created solely from his own ability would never wilt or die, or need taken care of. It would remain, as if frozen in time, so long as he himself was alive. "But if you don't want to cheat, I could always help you the normal way, too." He sat down, motioning for her to do the same.
Farah offered a small smile when he motioned her to sit as he did. She obliged, sitting a few feet away from him as she watched a single lily sprouted from the pot she was holding. The smile merely remained, however; she pursed her lips together slightly. She didn't want to cheat. She wanted to grow something normally. A little help didn't hurt, as long as she wasn't cheating. She set the lily pot down, and grabbed another one, filling it with soil once more before turning towards Trevor. She could still feel her bones quivering from the close proximity, but she could at least pretend she was a bit normal. She then grabbed the seed packets and laid them out in front of her.
"I don't want to cheat, but I d-do want to g-grow something. Finding the r-right combination i-isn't going to be easy with these," she stated, inwardly praising herself for not stuttering as badly. It was true, finding the right combination wouldn't be easy. Most of the flowers always had something in common when cross-breeding. Whether it was the climate they grew in, or the time of season, all of it factored in. Otherwise she'd probably end up with a mutated venus fly-trap that suddenly sprouted lips and tried eating people. She shuddered at that thought. "W-What would you recommend?"
Trevor smiled, looking at the different arrays of seeds. He looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before pulling out the geraniums and the begonias. "There are the closest in climate yet farthest in color, we should be able to get an interesting reaction." He handed them to her while grabbing one of the pots.
"So, are you out here often? We must miss each other, I like coming out here, too. Then again, I'm also in the forest a lot, too." When he grinned, it was almost bashfully.
Farah could have sworn that the world was spinning. She felt light-headed, almost as if she could fly if she concentrated hard enough. This was the longest she'd ever spent in his company without one of her other siblings, and it was a bit nerve wrecking for her. He had never spoken to her this long either, and it was causing her palms to sweat and become clammy. What could she say? What would she say? So many possibilities were floating through her head, and suddenly, the world seemed a little dizzy. She took a deep breath, counted to five, and released it slowly, feeling the weight fly off as she did so.
"Y-yes, I do. Whenever I have the f-free time, I c-c-come here," she replied finally, settling on keeping her gaze anywhere but near him. Curse her and her nervousness. "It would s-s-seem so. Ah, but it's usually l-late by the time I come here. It's always past c-c-curfew hours," she continued. Which was partially true. She did come after hours, however; only when she knew for certain that he wouldn't be around. She knew the forest or the green house had always been his favorite places to be, however; she tried to avoid him as much as possible. It would save her a world of embarrassment, and he having to witness it. She would never admit it out loud, but she'd always enjoyed watching him smile. It caused the blush on her face to deepen more as she tried to keep from staring.
He watched her for a few seconds. It was a bit hard to explain, but it was almost as if he was drawn to her. He was honestly enjoying this time with her. That was not to say he never enjoyed being around his family, but...this was different. He wasn't sure what was so different about it, but he wasn't going to brood over it. For a while, they simply planted seeds, Trevor occasionally taking a shortcut with some of the already-growing plants.
By the time they were done, the sun had risen. He surveyed their handiwork, and he smiled at Farah. "We should do this again, Farah. I enjoy spending time with you."
Was there something on her face? Did she have a smear, a smudge? Why was he staring at her like that? Farah could feel her heart beat rising as she kept her gaze on her plants, trying desperately to fight the assault of her heart against her rib-cage. By the time the sun rose, they had finished planting their seeds, and Farah had barely managed to keep consciousness. This was, by far, the longest she had ever spent in his company, and dare she say, she enjoyed it. Even as spots clouded the corners of her eyes, she had enjoyed doing this with him. She snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke, the blush that had once disappeared, reappeared upon her face. She, however, did not have the coverage of the night to conceal it.
"M-me t-t-too, I-I-I mean I enjoy spending time with you," she quickly corrected herself. When did the world start spining so fastly? And why was she seeing nothing but a sheet of black? Maybe it had something to do with that smile of his, or perhaps the fact that he said he enjoyed spending time with her, and wanted to do it more often. Whatever the reason, Farah found herself unconscious, a light smile tugging at her lips.
Trevor blinked rapidly, reaching out to catch her as she collapsed. He let out a soft sigh. She must not be taking care of herself, if she went around fainting like this. Well, she could have had Kiko's problem, too, he supposed. Either way, he easily lifted her up, and carried her back to the dorms. He was certain Kari would look after her.
She began mending the soil, molding it and shaping it before pouring it into the pots and glanced at the bags in her hands. "Let's see, I have Geranium, Sunflowers, Amaryllis, Lillies, Chrysanthemum, and Gladiolus. I don't...think any of these are compatible," she muttered to herself. She released a soft sigh before placing the packets back on the small table. The greenhouse of the Academy was small, but at least it was mainly deserted. No one liked to use it, save for herself, and one of her siblings when they came to help her. "Maybe I should just do something different" she continued. Perhaps she should do something different. Usually, she could plant just about anything, however; today seemed a little more...difficult.
The Greenhouse was one of Trevor's favorite places to be. He'd never actually known his mother, but his sister had told him that he had inherited her ability to use Terrakinesis. It was this ability that made him feel like he'd never lost her at all. Of course, he loved Reiko, and would always be grateful to her for raising him, but...she was also not the woman who had given birth to him, or who had given her life to save her child and grandchildren.
He was brought out of his past musings by someone speaking. It seemed that he was not alone, and that they were...talking to themselves. A slight smile graced his lips; it was Farah. He listened to her for a second, before glancing at the flower pots and seeds. his eyes rested on one of the already potted plants, one that looked rather sad and wilted. He wasn't at all surprised; it was a tropical plant, one not suited to this climate. With a slight smile, he twirled a finger, the plant perking up right before their eyes.
"Actually, most plants are compatible, so long as you know how to accommodate for both of them." He smiled down at Farah, his hands in his pockets. "Mind if I join you, Farah?"
Farah nearly jumped out of her own skin when Trevor spoke. How had she not smelled him? Was he here throughout the entire time she was talking to herself? Gods, he must think she's crazy. And it was that thought that caused her face to burn a bright crimson color. Thankfully, it was hidden beneath the mask of the dark, sunlight still being another hour away. She fumbled for her words, juggling the pots still in her hand as she tried to keep from dropping them. Was her nose broken or something? Her sense of smell wasn't as good as her siblings, or her parents, however; it was still canine, and his scent was hardly anything to miss.
"Ah...n-n-no...I mean...yes, y-you can," she began, stuttering as her face turned even darker. Really, it was infuriating how she couldn't speak properly in front of him. She wanted to not look like a fool for once, let alone have him think something was wrong with her. "And...of course m-most are c-compatible but that doesn't m-mean they will g-grow properly," she stated, cursing herself for not making sense as she spoke. It never failed, that her mind and most of her common sense went flying out the window whenever he was here. If only she had the guts to tell him, perhaps everything would not be so awkward. She hadn't missed the way the dead plant sprang back to life, and knew he had something to do with it.
"I'm...s-s-sorry," she quickly apologized as she played with the hem of her shirt.
By now, Trevor was pretty much used to her reactions to him, but every time he'd ever brought it up, he'd only made things worse. So this time, he decided to not mention it. He wasn't sure if it would work or not, but it was worth a shot. Really, all he wanted was for her to be comfortable around him. As uncomfortable as he was around Ryoku, Eien, and Hikari, he was perfectly fine around her, for some reason. So he didn't want her to be afraid of him, or whatever she was.
He winked then. "Or, you know someone who can grow literally anything." He reached out and touched one of the pots she had been holding, and though there had been nothing planted, a single white lily sprung to life. It was different from normal ones; plants created solely from his own ability would never wilt or die, or need taken care of. It would remain, as if frozen in time, so long as he himself was alive. "But if you don't want to cheat, I could always help you the normal way, too." He sat down, motioning for her to do the same.
Farah offered a small smile when he motioned her to sit as he did. She obliged, sitting a few feet away from him as she watched a single lily sprouted from the pot she was holding. The smile merely remained, however; she pursed her lips together slightly. She didn't want to cheat. She wanted to grow something normally. A little help didn't hurt, as long as she wasn't cheating. She set the lily pot down, and grabbed another one, filling it with soil once more before turning towards Trevor. She could still feel her bones quivering from the close proximity, but she could at least pretend she was a bit normal. She then grabbed the seed packets and laid them out in front of her.
"I don't want to cheat, but I d-do want to g-grow something. Finding the r-right combination i-isn't going to be easy with these," she stated, inwardly praising herself for not stuttering as badly. It was true, finding the right combination wouldn't be easy. Most of the flowers always had something in common when cross-breeding. Whether it was the climate they grew in, or the time of season, all of it factored in. Otherwise she'd probably end up with a mutated venus fly-trap that suddenly sprouted lips and tried eating people. She shuddered at that thought. "W-What would you recommend?"
Trevor smiled, looking at the different arrays of seeds. He looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before pulling out the geraniums and the begonias. "There are the closest in climate yet farthest in color, we should be able to get an interesting reaction." He handed them to her while grabbing one of the pots.
"So, are you out here often? We must miss each other, I like coming out here, too. Then again, I'm also in the forest a lot, too." When he grinned, it was almost bashfully.
Farah could have sworn that the world was spinning. She felt light-headed, almost as if she could fly if she concentrated hard enough. This was the longest she'd ever spent in his company without one of her other siblings, and it was a bit nerve wrecking for her. He had never spoken to her this long either, and it was causing her palms to sweat and become clammy. What could she say? What would she say? So many possibilities were floating through her head, and suddenly, the world seemed a little dizzy. She took a deep breath, counted to five, and released it slowly, feeling the weight fly off as she did so.
"Y-yes, I do. Whenever I have the f-free time, I c-c-come here," she replied finally, settling on keeping her gaze anywhere but near him. Curse her and her nervousness. "It would s-s-seem so. Ah, but it's usually l-late by the time I come here. It's always past c-c-curfew hours," she continued. Which was partially true. She did come after hours, however; only when she knew for certain that he wouldn't be around. She knew the forest or the green house had always been his favorite places to be, however; she tried to avoid him as much as possible. It would save her a world of embarrassment, and he having to witness it. She would never admit it out loud, but she'd always enjoyed watching him smile. It caused the blush on her face to deepen more as she tried to keep from staring.
He watched her for a few seconds. It was a bit hard to explain, but it was almost as if he was drawn to her. He was honestly enjoying this time with her. That was not to say he never enjoyed being around his family, but...this was different. He wasn't sure what was so different about it, but he wasn't going to brood over it. For a while, they simply planted seeds, Trevor occasionally taking a shortcut with some of the already-growing plants.
By the time they were done, the sun had risen. He surveyed their handiwork, and he smiled at Farah. "We should do this again, Farah. I enjoy spending time with you."
Was there something on her face? Did she have a smear, a smudge? Why was he staring at her like that? Farah could feel her heart beat rising as she kept her gaze on her plants, trying desperately to fight the assault of her heart against her rib-cage. By the time the sun rose, they had finished planting their seeds, and Farah had barely managed to keep consciousness. This was, by far, the longest she had ever spent in his company, and dare she say, she enjoyed it. Even as spots clouded the corners of her eyes, she had enjoyed doing this with him. She snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke, the blush that had once disappeared, reappeared upon her face. She, however, did not have the coverage of the night to conceal it.
"M-me t-t-too, I-I-I mean I enjoy spending time with you," she quickly corrected herself. When did the world start spining so fastly? And why was she seeing nothing but a sheet of black? Maybe it had something to do with that smile of his, or perhaps the fact that he said he enjoyed spending time with her, and wanted to do it more often. Whatever the reason, Farah found herself unconscious, a light smile tugging at her lips.
Trevor blinked rapidly, reaching out to catch her as she collapsed. He let out a soft sigh. She must not be taking care of herself, if she went around fainting like this. Well, she could have had Kiko's problem, too, he supposed. Either way, he easily lifted her up, and carried her back to the dorms. He was certain Kari would look after her.