She’s not the only one blushing a little, though Thor is by far less scarlet than she is. Mostly he’s just relieved he doesn’t need to explain the nuances of how babies are made, with or without his involvement in the process.
“Good,” he says, also a little too quickly, when she tells him she doesn’t have a partner. Then realizes how that sounds, and winces at the accidental insult. “I mean, that’s fortunate. That you don’t have to... take extra steps.”
It may not have been her conscious goal to get his mind off the melancholy track it’d started to take, but mission accomplished anyway. It may always come back to him later, of course, but right now he is just as eager as she is to get back to the business of making this greenhouse truly green.
It takes him a minute or two to get his focus right, though, controlling his breathing and reaching for the deep elemental pool of energy that thrums at his core. He doesn’t close his eye this time, digging his fingers into the dirt, and letting the magic flow out of him into the earth. It’s a gentler seidr than his lightning, swirling wisps of blue magic that trickle like a quiet country brook. Thor doesn’t know the academic particulars of what he’s doing, not by a long shot, leaning on instinct to tell him how to direct the flow of energy, a formless wave that washes from one end of the greenhouse to the other and draws the delicate young plants upward and outward, replacing damp brown with lush green.
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“Good,” he says, also a little too quickly, when she tells him she doesn’t have a partner. Then realizes how that sounds, and winces at the accidental insult. “I mean, that’s fortunate. That you don’t have to... take extra steps.”
It may not have been her conscious goal to get his mind off the melancholy track it’d started to take, but mission accomplished anyway. It may always come back to him later, of course, but right now he is just as eager as she is to get back to the business of making this greenhouse truly green.
It takes him a minute or two to get his focus right, though, controlling his breathing and reaching for the deep elemental pool of energy that thrums at his core. He doesn’t close his eye this time, digging his fingers into the dirt, and letting the magic flow out of him into the earth. It’s a gentler seidr than his lightning, swirling wisps of blue magic that trickle like a quiet country brook. Thor doesn’t know the academic particulars of what he’s doing, not by a long shot, leaning on instinct to tell him how to direct the flow of energy, a formless wave that washes from one end of the greenhouse to the other and draws the delicate young plants upward and outward, replacing damp brown with lush green.