Kane has a very special relationship with plants. Ever since Ludmoore engraved seals into his body, he started hearing odd sounds. Later he realized these are coming from plants. This is how they spread and exchange information. Plants lack intelligence and identity so instead of normal speech they channel everything in its original form, but as a whisper.
Sounds can be louder or not and although Kane is able to suppress it, he can't mute a sound completely. Plants in his personal garden know his smell and energy so they gladly tell him everything and warn about unwanted guests. As if Kane had a security system around his house. Other plants are less cooperative and only connect to him like they do to other plants. Some plants remain silent, like whisperers in Phobos's garden and Silver Dragon plants (Yan Lin isn't happy to see just any Phobos around and it seems her plants feel the same).
Sometimes Kane meditate by laying in a grass and plants start wrapping him, probably taking him for another plant. He claims these "hugs" are much warmer and more gentle than Veira's.
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SOoo Phobos and Deimos, I finally finished with these bad bois (affectionately)
Sons of Ares and Aphrodite, loyal to their father on all his wars, spreading chaos on battlefield, while Deimos appears to influence dread and terror on men before the action, Phobos scares them off, spreading panic in the middle of the battle, so I wanted visually to make them yet different looking even though people prefer them making pretty alike, since they are usually pictured to be twins.
I just think they are neat :)
I bet, Ares is proud father
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“How many daughters do you have, Phobos?”
Phobos thought about this. “Just off the top of my head, sir?”
“Sure,” Zeus said.
Phobos told him.
“Holy shit,” Zeus said.
“We’re a very busy household, sir,” Phobos said.
Zeus sat back in his chair with a cushiony hissing noise.
There was a drinking bird toy on Zeus’s desk. It bobbled, tilted forward, and plunged its beak into the liver of a model figurine Prometheus before it bobbled upright again.
The bird toy plunged. It bobbled. It plunged again.
Finally, Zeus said: “Phobos, I want you to understand that nobody understands a father’s love for their children more than me.”
Phobos said nothing. It was the safest bet.
“And as my grandson, I want you to know that I love the opportunity to meet my great-grandchildren as often as I can. Except that maybe…”
“Sir?”
“Maybe,” Zeus said in the delicate tone of the diplomat, “maybe we don’t have to bring all of them to family meetings?”
“They hardly ever have the chance to visit, sir.”
“I know, I know, and I’m not asking for none of them to visit. I’d like to see more of Nyctophobia or Thanatophobia, they’re smart girls, and – ha, yes, Astraphobia, there’s a girl who understands my work. But possibly – possibly – Claustrophobia could stay home?”
“She spends all day shut in, sir. It’s good for her to get out in the fresh air more often.”
Zeus nodded. He chose not to mention the time that Athena had been found locked in a cupboard. Nobody had seen who pushed her in there – there was no real proof, but…
“And it has to be said that Apollo finds Coulrophobia possibly just a bit…”
“She’s just expressing herself, sir. He should appreciate that more, as a patron of the arts.” There was just possibly a glitter of an edge in his tone.
“Well – yes, but – face paint and balloon animals? Would we call that art?”
Phobos considered this. “I don’t know much about art, but I know what makes my daughter happy, sir.”
“All I ask is that in the future, we might think how others might react to the presence of your daughters and be considerate of their feelings.”
Phobos thought of this. “Possibly, sir,” he said at last. “Definitely worth considering.”
Zeus nodded. Then his attention turned to the sticky-looking child in Phobos’s lap. “This one is…?”
Phobos brightened up. “Arachibutyrophobia, sir,” he said. “One of our youngest, we’re very proud of her.”
The sticky-looking child stared unblinking at Zeus. Then, without looking away, she reached into the jar she was holding, took a handful of gooey peanut butter and put it into her mouth.
Zeus felt a sickly shiver run up his spine. It was a horrible thought, but he had to admit that they were very creepy children.
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