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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[originallutece]

Then keep texting me. And when we're done, call me.

[roseblooms]

I will.

...I've been trying to practice. With the plants. I've started carrying a branch with me when I go anywhere so that there's always something I can...use.

[originallutece]

How has it gone?

Has your appearance changed at all since that day?

[roseblooms]

Never permanently. But I've seen my hair start to look silver-white a few other times since.

You running into danger is what made it work the last time.

[originallutece]

Is there any pattern to the other times it's turned white?

Danger and fear for me prompted you. I'd wager it'd do it again - it sounds almost like a defensive mechanism. A last resort for your body, when all the chips are down. Not something you can easily fake, but something that's still there regardless.

[roseblooms]

I think you're right. It seems to be a sort of...stress response, of some variety. Tapping into something inside me, in a time of great need for it.

[originallutece]

I'd suggest testing it, but even I tire of danger.

[. . .]

Though I wonder if you can trick yourself. One doesn't need to be in real danger in order to feel fear, after all, and if it's just the sudden rush of a flight or fight instinct that kicks it into gear, we can certain stimulate that.

[roseblooms]

I've been trying to reach it even without that. It's slow going, but it doesn't seem right somehow that I could only do it in peril.

I don't know why, it just...feels like more than that, somehow.

[originallutece]

Gut feelings are good to follow in cases like these. It took Ardyn a fair amount of time to master his abilities, but he did it in part by following his instincts.

What about growing things? How has that been going?

[roseblooms]

I sometimes think I've seen the grass moving when I want it to, but it might be an optical illusion.

[originallutece]

Why not start smaller?

I don't know what it would take to make a seed grow, but surely not more energy than making branches move.

[roseblooms]

A seed? I suppose it might be worth a shot...

[originallutece]

Pick your favorite flower. Not a vegetable or a fruit; I think those would be more complex.

[. . .]

I assume, in any case. Perhaps not.

[roseblooms]

...

If it's all the same in the end, I think I'd like to start with yours instead.

1/3

[originallutece]

[Oh.]

[originallutece]

[Well.]

[originallutece]

I'd request a blue rose, but I think that's a bit impossible at the moment.

So why not a camellia?

[roseblooms]

Are blue roses your favorite?

I can manage a pink camellia, I think. As a substitute for the impossible.

[originallutece]

I'm very fond of them, yes. I'm always fond of the impossible and the unusual.

Are you going to tell me the meaning of a pink camellia?

[roseblooms]

It means "longing".

A white one, given to a man, is thought to bring him good luck. I'm not sure why it's only to a man, though — that's simply the context.

[originallutece]

[. . .]

And is there a flower meaning "anticipation"?

[roseblooms]

Forsythia. They're small yellow blooms with four petals each, that grow in sprigs along the branches of a bush.

[originallutece]

Then that's what I want. Something that isn't a negative, but a positive.

Longing implies there's something we won't achieve. That it's a negative state of being, never to be resolved, something desperate and awful. And that isn't true. I don't long for you, because I know that in a month or so I'll have you.

Give me something to anticipate.

[roseblooms]

I don't know if I've ever seen you in yellow.

I expect it's a flattering color on you, but without a concrete basis for it, I don't want to offend you with my empty flattery, either.

[originallutece]

I look best in greens and reds, in my opinion, but I've a yellow dress I've yet to use much this summer. Whether I look good in it is up for debate; it's certainly not on for me to praise myself.