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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 11:41:56 GMT -8
Tilly grinned gleefully at the sensation, how far she could see; she never could have imagined being capable of such an act before the Hamlet.
She felt happy enough to kiss the little dagger, but thankfully refrained from doing so.
"You really are something." She laughed and patted the dagger, though... there was still something else on her mind...
If he could see far away, she wondered, could he see close up as well?
Her eyes glanced left and right and she rocked on her heels, nervously, giddily, as though she were afraid of being caught.
She reminded herself not to get her hopes up,
"Beansprout..." She whispered, holding the dagger close to her mouth.
"...my little one-- can you see what my baby's like?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 11:46:39 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
As ever, the mere thought inspired a subconscious flex in her mind, through the dagger as her nose became itchy; the starts of a sneeze before it subsided in a frustrating and unsatisfiying measure.
However, Beansprout was only aware of the child's presence. Anything more than the fact that there was something growing in her gut, like seeds in a flower, was beyond Beansprout's scrying.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 13:08:52 GMT -8
"Ah, suppose I'll have to just be patient, then."
Tilly felt warm all over, despite the stinging sensation in her nose, the bridge of which she rubbed at with the palm of her hand. Her eyes watered as she felt a sneeze coming.
She chuckled a little and lowered the dagger, holding Beansprout more loosely and away from herself. "I was hoping he wouldn't wind up with my nose, mostly. S'a difficult look to pull off."
A few steps back and she sat on the edge of the bed with some brewing antsiness.
"You wouldn't know, would you? Plants don't rightly have noses." She gently poked the vines that grew along the metal as she tapped her toes on the dirt floor.
"Have you got any family? A grapevine from Italy or a little patch of moss from the fjords, maybe?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 13:18:24 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
It writhed with some sour amusement; noses were terribly compromising, being able to breathe through one's skin was much better, less hassle. As for family, there was a certain impression that Beansprout was a rather unique case, at least, magically. Physically it was anyone's guess really, as to what was related to the unremarkable green roots. Sans the magic, of course.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 14:21:28 GMT -8
Fed with soup to her content (though if offered she certainly could eat some more), Tilly found tiredness weighing down on her bones as she sat on the bed.
She eyed the dagger. "Magic?" Tilly echoed, reclining down to lay on her side. "That figures."
One arm bent to cushion her head against the straw as she watched the movement of Beansprout's vines.
"What sort of magic? Do you have a magic family?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 14:38:34 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
The Tendrils stretched, then stiffened in their typical wrangled way, seemingly relaxing as she did. As a plant, it didn't really know who or what specifically... it was a bit tired though. Its roots weren't quite deep enough, it needed something more... Some means of learning more of the world besides to sustain itself.
A deep, sad, yearning brewed in Tilly's gut; a part of it was missing. It needed to find the part, or grow it back.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 14:47:22 GMT -8
Tilly sighed, "Oh, heavens... I'll have to get you some books or... something." and gave the dagger a small, comforting pat before pulling it closer in some sort of awkward hug on her shoulder, careful not to poke herself on the metal as she rolled to lay on her back to watch the ceiling.
"But what're you missing, dear? D'you know where it is?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 18:39:01 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
While failing to offer any agreement on either matter, it wriggled and writhed anxiously. It had no answers on the matter, only vague sensations. To Tilly, it was a need to be taller, her limbs were much too short fingers too stout.
Even her bones felt ungrown.
Beansprouts writhing subsided and seemed to relax, satisfied with its brief exertions.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 19:00:03 GMT -8
Tilly smiled sleepily at the good Beansprout and held it to her shoulder,
"You worry too much, y'know?" She giggled, letting her eyes close as she found herself becoming increasingly more comfortable on the bed. "Everyone starts small at first-- even little plantlings like you."
Tilly yawned and bent an arm behind her head, shifting in the straw.
"How can I get you to grow?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 19:01:08 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
The answer was rather simple; everything gave something. Until they were nothing, of course.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 19:06:51 GMT -8
"What d'you mean 'everything'?" Bemused, Tilly cracked open an eye to look incredulous at Beansprout, though, on a plant, the expression may have very well been wasted.
"That's not how the world works. Normally, when you take, you have to give sometimes, too." She wiggled the tip of her finger onto the vines, as to tickle it, though she wasn't rightly sure what effect it had. "Like when I fed you soup and then asked you to see far and small for me. It shows that we care about each other."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 19:14:43 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
The philosophy was as lost on the dagger as the accusatory wiggling. There was an absence of acknowledgement in a small part of her brain; those two things were clearly unrelated.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 10, 2018 20:25:24 GMT -8
"When you care about somebody, it makes you want to see them do well and be happy. And they do the same when they care back-- like when you water a plant or... stick it in some sun. I'll have to show you what I mean." Tilly yawned again, closing her eyes and settling into the straw.
Distantly, she wondered where Lekalis could be, if he could manage to make it back before she dropped off to sleep. She hoped he wouldn't spend too lavishly, especially so close to the wedding.
"Tomorrow, if you're good, I'll go find a great big shrub or a bush or the like for you to eat."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 11, 2018 6:00:21 GMT -8
/Beansprout/
There was a blankness to understanding how happiness contributes to either situation; both are essential to living, and all good living things should strive to help other things live as their position allows.
Whether making another thing live or die, Happiness was irrelevant. Survival of Life is more important.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 11, 2018 7:19:56 GMT -8
"Ah, you see, you're starting to get it. The two are interlinked." Tilly mumbled sleepishly, webbing her fingers together for emphasis, "It makes good people happy to help others live. That's when it starts."
She stretched out her feet and wiggled her toes contentedly,
"But don't you remember how you felt when I named you? You were happy."
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