A Seed of Misfortune

[METHUSELAH BRECKENRIDGE]

Panic had started to course over Oliver's natural sense of rational thinking. The plants sort of obscured his vision, which prevented him from seeing if Aveira was alright. "Miss?!" The cry of distress quickly was lowered once he heard her voice. She wasn't hurt... Or at least enough to prevent her from not talking. He looked up to the vines, which were squirming in some sort of inhuman instinct. Make them... Dormant? How would that be achieved. A soft gulp was heard in his throat. The vines were all of a summer variety... What would happened if he envisioned winter? That might work... "I-I'll try..." She was right, they did have a mind of their own. Nonetheless, they did have a master. And that master was Oli.

The vines that were creeping towards Averia were flicking as they grew. Oli bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Please stop..." The whisper was accompanied by thoughts of freezing. Plants died when it got cold. He didn't want them to die, but would the incentive of the idea cause them to shrink back. With the surge of imagination the plants reared up in threat to strike again. Fortunately, this time around they began to retreat back to his body. The sensation felt odd, no doubt he had to get used to this. A blush came to his cheeks as he realized how ridiculous he probably looked. He physically felt the shrinking occur, and, one it was over, Oliver opened his eyes. The vines, leaves and thorns were gone.

With a quick glance-over of his hands and arms he looked up to Aveira. She wasn't harmed, though this fact didn't comfort him in the slightest. He ran towards her, stopping fearfully a few feet away. "Mistress forgive me... I'm so sorry... I didn't hurt you, did I?" His green eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears if it hadn't been for the incentive for him to toughen up. "My powers are out of my control... I should have tried to master them before coming here... I could hurt somebody..." Oliver mumbled as he crossed his arms in insecurity. He blew it, didn't he? It would be only a matter of time before he would inadvertently summon a swarm of briar thorns. He struck lucky this time, but would it happen again? Probably.

"Th-thank you though Miss... For the advice."

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