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Novalist -> RE: writtersroundtable's rpg (8/21/2008 11:51:27 AM)
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"Hmm," Aiden said thoughtfully as he let his mind merge with Dalainth, not really paying attention as the bushes awareness seeped into his own. Almost at once he became aware of the queer hunger the bush was experiencing, almost a craving for the soil and yet no matter how many minerals it sucked out of the ground there was something missing. It needed live prey and soon, it didn't understand what it needed yet and the harsh hunger pangs hadn't really taken hold of it, but when they did. Aiden shivered as its strange consciousness skimmed off his thoughts and with a clarity that stunned him voiced its own. "Food...soil…food…not soil?"
Suddenly as if a puzzle had been put together and the last missing piece sorted out it fanned its leaves outward. The silver veins glimmered faintly as they picked up the electricity in the air and then the pulsing of the two heartbeats in front of it and the strange currents of the alien bloodstreams. Something akin to ecstasy gripped the plant and Aiden felt his eyes widen as it focused on Thea, its leaves trembling the thought forming in his mind gleeful "Not soil…food…better than soil." It twisted, still unfamiliar with hunting, unsure of what to do, but Aiden knew that it wouldn't take long for it to figure it out. Immediately the bush latched onto his thought and what could almost be labeled as frustration fanned through his mind. "You hunter…how hunt?" it demanded, branches rustling restlessly.
Aiden laughed in spite of himself at the petulant tone in the thought before he responded out loud "A hunter only hunts enemies, not friends Dalainth, Thea is a friend not an enemy. I will teach you how to hunt later. The first lesson of a hunter is patience." The plant seemed to consider his words until finally the thought came "Thea not plant, like you, Thea different…Thea food?!" An image of a long forgotten grove of Serantha bushes invaded his mind the security and peace that flooded his mind from the plant not him, "Same, friend…different enemy?" Aiden furrowed his brow, floored by the plants logic and rather uneasy with the thought that if he were at home he would be considered enemy too.
The bush picked up on his thought and rustled but voiced no thought, waiting for his response. How to explain the concept of friend or ally, he thought to himself, despite differences, he and Thea had not fought, yet. He really knew next to nothing about Thea, unlike home where clans grew up in close proximity of each other. In fact most of the Bysen culture revolved around that very sentiment, the unknown or different was the enemy while the known was accepted. He had noted the differences as soon as he arrived at the space port, so many different and strange beings all working, talking, and interacting together. It was mind boggling and he had been in deep thought ever since he had arrived. Obviously if he wanted to survive he was going to have to adapt. "Adapt…change…bush different, not connect to other bush…connect to you." Aiden nodded in silent acknowledgement.
Yes, obviously Dalainth understood the idea of adapting for survival; he had made Aiden an ally instead of an enemy. The same as Aiden had done with Thea. "You…connect with Thea?" the thought came tentatively as if it was struggling to understand. Aiden nodded again, he hadn't connected mind to mind as he had with Dalainth but he had connected, interacted and he needed Thea as an ally. The bush seemed content with that answer and settled down to the ground its roots stabbing deep as the center lowered. For now it would wait, like Aiden said, because Thea was…friend.
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