Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Cautious fingers prodded at the strands of life energy that connected the seed to the force. Working at those strands like a weaver of cloth rather than the force, the work delicate as he moved the force through his hand, creating new threads and strengthening the older ones. It was a slow process when one took their time, the interest of growing a healthy garden on his mind rather than creating a quickly grown one.
It was here that he did a great deal of his gardening these days. This simple garden on Voss and it was beside his past work in this garden that he was growing more flowers now. These were not the special kind that his mother had developed though, not the Eternal Mourners he had grown before but rather simple Pyroflowers and violet roses. Colors that twisted to create this strange picture fo blues fading into reds from the Mourners, to the Roses, and into the Pyroflowers. It wasn't his best work but it kept him focused while he waited.
He had offered any who wanted to learn the opportunity to learn the ability of plant surge. Alone the ability seemed to be useless, growing plants and control of them does not work in ships, space or even buildings without some way to stimulate their growth. And even if you used your life force as fuel, it would still be a useless ability.
But he did not find it that way. It was one that could help a harvest, be used to brighten the spirits of someone, to restrict and defeat an opponent without killing them. Or it could be used in such a way that was contrary to belief, a way in which the plants could become dangerous weapons if used correctly. He assumed the Jedi that would come would do so for their first purposes, for that reason he expected of a Jedi. They were protectors and those of the light side, after all, one looking for a weapon worried Solan.
It was here that he did a great deal of his gardening these days. This simple garden on Voss and it was beside his past work in this garden that he was growing more flowers now. These were not the special kind that his mother had developed though, not the Eternal Mourners he had grown before but rather simple Pyroflowers and violet roses. Colors that twisted to create this strange picture fo blues fading into reds from the Mourners, to the Roses, and into the Pyroflowers. It wasn't his best work but it kept him focused while he waited.
He had offered any who wanted to learn the opportunity to learn the ability of plant surge. Alone the ability seemed to be useless, growing plants and control of them does not work in ships, space or even buildings without some way to stimulate their growth. And even if you used your life force as fuel, it would still be a useless ability.
But he did not find it that way. It was one that could help a harvest, be used to brighten the spirits of someone, to restrict and defeat an opponent without killing them. Or it could be used in such a way that was contrary to belief, a way in which the plants could become dangerous weapons if used correctly. He assumed the Jedi that would come would do so for their first purposes, for that reason he expected of a Jedi. They were protectors and those of the light side, after all, one looking for a weapon worried Solan.