Weak Nature - Chapter 2

In nature, there are many different creatures and living things that communicate and use each other for strength. A really good example of this is with bees. The queen bee is the leader, and the bee that is able to communicate with the others, using them to protect and further the hive. The queen does this by using pheromones to communicate.

Another living thing that does this is mangrove trees. Their roots are so close together that they interconnect, allowing the transfer of information and resources between trees. The problem with this type of communication is there is no safety net, unlike the hive. With the hive, only the queen can communicate. With the mangrove trees, if one gets a disease, it will pass to every other mangrove, because they are all interconnected.

Since there is so much communication within nature, why does it not seem as if they are actually using it to their advantage? It is because for plants like a willow tree, there is nothing it needs to communicate. Others would have to engage in conversation with it for it to even be able to begin to think of a response. Kinda like a social recluse.

For the walnut tree supporting Fae, it felt the need to communicate for the first time since it lost its ability to grow walnuts. Trying its hardest, it reaches out, trying to establish a connection with Fae’s mind. Fae herself only incorporates it into her dream, where she witnesses the growth and life of the tree around her. From the time it was a sapling, to when the village first started to grow, to when little Fae used it as an escape away from life.

Startled awake, Fae was unsure why she had a dream like that. When the tree responded by gendly rustling, and communicating the image of a calm breeze, she freaked a little harder than before. Jumping down from the tree, Fae ran straight to her parents. Hora was the first to notice just how scared, and slightly different Fae was. With Fae originally being about 42 inches tall and about 36 pounds, she was scrawny kid that was very pale for how much time she spent outside. Angular with darker than black hair, a small button nose, and sharp eyes that used to be a dark brown, she now at her roots had silvery hair that was starting to grow, with flakes of a myriad of greens for her irises now.

Doing his best to calm the child down, hugging her, at least doing something, Hora was thinking that someone started to hurt his child. Before he was able to go beat down the doors of the other villagers, his wife, Hestia, was able to calm him down with a look before she took the child into a big hug and asking the question that Hora seemingly forgot to ask,” What happened sweetie?”. Fae, trying to understand, said,” I was sleepping, and and the tree was in my dweams, and then, then when I woke up, the tree still was talking, like like with pictures and and feelings of a gentle wind!”

At this point, Fae was worked up into a fit again, starting to tear up. Gently rubbing her back and softly rocking her, Hestia asked Hora,” Do you think she awoken her bloodline? That would be the best solution for this don’t you think?” Hora, being about six foot four, with lean muscles, dark hair, and a quiet look to him with hair about as long as his shoulders forever in his face, starting trying to guess her bloodline. “Since she was able to communicate with the tree, nature themed? It would also seem that it will grow, like with the Calx becoming slightly greyer and stronger, or with the Aether’s and their green veins.”

With Fae now more calm, she looked at her mom. Hestia, a short woman a five foot three, had black hair with red streaks, going down to her lower back. She also had blue eyes, toned skin like Hora, was slightly muscular, and was generally a soft featured woman. Looking down at her child, Hestia broke the news to her daughter. ” I think you woke your bloodline up. Me and your daddy think that it has to do with nature, since Mr. Walnut was able to communicate with you.” Hestia continued to try to explain what they thought her bloodline was about.

This is the main problem with people that claim the second name of Hostia. With bloodlines like theirs being so random, and out of place, almost no one knows what is happening to them when their bloodline first activates. With the Calx, their parents are able to communicate and help their child understand. Even with the Manus’, they gain those traits at birth so there is no need to really walk them through their power, they already kinda know.

Taking Fae to the kinda unannounced leader of the Hostia, Hora and Hestia were met with looks of curiosity from their neighbors. One of them even asked, ” What’s up Hora? Something happened?” Not one to not respond, Hora says,” The little one’s bloodline activated, we need to go talk to the boss for a second.” Waving them off, Hora continues to banter with them until they have maneuvered the stairs and bridges over to a house built next to a cave. Knocking at the door, Hora and Hestia waited, while Fae wondered about, poking about at the entrance to the cave. Not paying any attention to her parents or the person they were talking to, she was looking at a purple little flower, called by the people a Vis flower, which is used by hunters and gatherers as small energy replenishers.

Really focusing on it, Fae, now kinda understanding that they are not demons in her mind, talks with the flower. What she doesn’t care to note is the fact that her parents and the sorta leader are looking at her, mainly her eyes. When eyes have a faint glow, people kinda notice.