[ Mika agrees easily enough, like he's merely talking about repairs needing to be done on Barbatos or how nice the weather is today - like it's nothing special, just some every day occurrence. He takes a handful of seeds from the small pouch that's been assigned to him, and holds them in the palm of his hand, concentrating hard; he hasn't had too much practice with this, considering they were pretty adamant about keeping it off the radar, but there wasn't anybody else here but him and Orga..
He concentrates briefly, trying to envision the growth of the flowers, the slow unfurling of the leaves and the petals that he's observed over the past little bit of time since he started working in the greenhouse. That much he's figured out so far - though it makes sense to him, that he won't be able to recreate anything without some basic understanding of what it was. That was part of the reason why he was working so hard to learn things, after all - reading and writing, and now this as well. Destruction was altogether too easy - this was something else entirely.
The seeds meld together, before slowly forming into a small shrubbery in his hand, the flowers only just in their early stages of growth; there's hints of red about the buds. The furrow that'd formed between his brows lift slightly as he lets out a breath, breaking his concentration to look towards where Orga is. ]
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[ Mika agrees easily enough, like he's merely talking about repairs needing to be done on Barbatos or how nice the weather is today - like it's nothing special, just some every day occurrence. He takes a handful of seeds from the small pouch that's been assigned to him, and holds them in the palm of his hand, concentrating hard; he hasn't had too much practice with this, considering they were pretty adamant about keeping it off the radar, but there wasn't anybody else here but him and Orga..
He concentrates briefly, trying to envision the growth of the flowers, the slow unfurling of the leaves and the petals that he's observed over the past little bit of time since he started working in the greenhouse. That much he's figured out so far - though it makes sense to him, that he won't be able to recreate anything without some basic understanding of what it was. That was part of the reason why he was working so hard to learn things, after all - reading and writing, and now this as well. Destruction was altogether too easy - this was something else entirely.
The seeds meld together, before slowly forming into a small shrubbery in his hand, the flowers only just in their early stages of growth; there's hints of red about the buds. The furrow that'd formed between his brows lift slightly as he lets out a breath, breaking his concentration to look towards where Orga is. ]
The pot.