Touching Life (Open Plantsurge training)

[Aithne Charr]

Solan's hands drifted over the surface of the plant before him, touching the strands of its life and focusing on the life he felt in it. It was a emerald colored stem with a rather golden tinge to its petals, seven petals in total that overlapped eachother. He had spent most of the day tending to these plants while he waited for any whom wished to learn to come by. It was a slow process, both the waiting and the growing of these plants. They were not to be simply used and then never tended to again, these were suppose to last and so he had to be careful how fast he accelerated their growth.

He was in rather simple clothing today, a dark black cloak shrouding the trousers and shirt he had on underneath. His saber remained at his waist and his eyes were closed, hiding the crimson tint that came with his corruption. His veins showed a slight ebony color but nothing that was alarming in terms of how he looked when he actually fought. Yet even with the corruption he seemed peaceful, happy, like there was no reason for any of the corruption in the first place. As always strange as his dark chestnut colored hair sat on his head.

For a few moments he stopped and let his mind drift to how long he had been on the planet this time. He would need to head back to Kesh either tomorrow or the next day so that he could make sure everything was ok. He still had a planet to run and the fact the black rose had taken up residence made him worried if he was far from the planet for too long. "Hmm... maybe some pyro flowers too..." He looked at the plants now as his mind returned to what he was doing. He figured he would give someone a few more hours to show if anyone did. And if they didn't he would move on.

 

[Aithne Charr]

-Three Weeks Later-​

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Solan let his body drop back down onto the ground as he exhaled and breathed in once more. Around him were the very reason he was here today and touching the seed pouch he had on his belt he drew out a singular, tiny seed before placing it softly into the earth with a smile. Covering it back over he drew out some water from a canteen he had at his side and poured it over the now covered seed with care before capping it once more. Only then did he close off his sight and his mind for a half second and his presence disappeared.​

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It took a moment, but after that moment his hand hovered over the place in which the seed sat, gripping onto its strands of life and smiling as he felt them creep into his own strand. It was still strange to him to touch life in such a gentle way considering he was a warrior but it was this power he had found kept him in check these days from falling into madness from his empathy.​

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That remains the reason he sat here too. He wanted to spread that knowledge on how to help a life grow, how to keep it alive and to keep it from an accelerated death through and accelerated growth. It was complicated in how to explain the slowing of a process you force forward but that was for later. No, he suspected that if anyone came to the garden to learn from him would do so out of completely being new to the power, or questioning whether Solan's teaching of it might hurt the Sanctum... the latter of the two could be no further from the truth. But there were those who might still think it because of the current state he himself was in politically.​

 

[Lahi Te'ala]

Politics were not the duty of the Padawan, and when the offer of knowledge was given, no warning of simple 'odd beliefs' deterred the young Diathim. If anything, she was more encouraged as she moved towards the garden, her only garment a simple blue dress, with an open back to allow her wings to fully extend - she enjoyed the time she spent in the Temple, one of the few times she was able to be free and not hide beneath layer upon layer. She was glowing brightly as she floated down the halls, not rushing to the garden, but also not exactly taking her time - giving little waves to those she passed, but nothing more.

It was only when she arrived that she touched the ground with her bare feet, giving a respectful, deep bow to Solan, where he planted his seeds, "I come learn from you, Master, if would teach me." She kept her head bowed until addressed, continuing, "Not-know plants, but... wish to, find peace, help with Force." She had learned a few methods of using the Force in her time at the Temples, but many of them were helpful against people or opponents - this was helpful for reasons not involving any violence, any negative thoughts.

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[Aithne Charr]

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Solan looked up at the Diathim as it appeared in the doorway, raising a brow as she touched the ground in her bare feet and bowed to him. Her voice sounded and carried on the air like it was weightless and after she spoke as to what she wanted to be taught he just stared for several long seconds before sighing and smiling. He spoke not though as his hand waved for her to sit down on the ground beside him while he finished with the flower he was tending to at that moment. It was a slow process and while she might see it as rude, the life infront of him deserved his attention just as she did.

Once she sat her would finish up with the flower before reaching over to a nearby bowl large enough for his hands. Inside the bowl was clear water and he used it to rinse off his hands while still not speaking a single word. He knew she was there and he would speak to her but first he wanted to know who she was and what kind of person she was and in silence or in conversation the same effect can be attained by how one acts. Only once he cleaned his hands would her push the bowl away and then dry his hands, turning his head to look at her with a raised brow and straight face.