Young Master's Chapter 118: The Greenhouse (II)

Chapter 118: The Greenhouse (II)

"That’s a kind way to put it."

"It’s not kindness. It’s just true. The Wildgrove has had a long ti to develop the language for this. We don’t have many people. We notice each one carefully."

The Wildgrove. I’d known the word from a distance — Ren’s notes had it as Elara’s ho region, a forest community on the northern edge of the Empire, isolated by a mountain range and connected to the larger world through exactly two trade routes. Population estimate: twelve thousand spread across forty villages. Their nature affinity was the strongest in any contiguous population, and the Empire largely left them alone in exchange for a steady trickle of dicinal herbs and skilled healers. Elara had been the first Wildgrove candidate accepted to Astral Zenith Academy in sixty years.

"Will you tell

about it?" I asked. "The Wildgrove. Your village."

"You want to know?"

"Yes."

She looked surprised. Then — softer. The expression of soone who hadn’t expected to be asked.

"My village is called Sundwell. Three hundred people. We have one teacher, who is also our healer, who is also our musician on festival days. I trained under her from age seven. She taught

to listen to plants before she taught

to read. The first words she taught

weren’t human words — they were the sounds different trees make in different weather. *Maple in rain* is a different word from *maple in wind.* I knew sixty plant-words before I learned my own letters."

"That’s beautiful."

"It’s just how we are. The Empire thinks we’re primitive. We don’t argue with them. Arguing wastes the energy that could grow things. We just keep growing things, and the Empire keeps buying our dicine, and most of us never leave the forest. I’m — unusual. Most Wildgrove people who co south don’t co back the sa. The Empire reshapes you. I ca anyway because Kira told

to."

"Kira told you to leave?"

"She did. The morning of my fifteenth birthday. She’d been with

since I was ten, and she’d never expressed an opinion about my future before. That morning she sat on my chest and stared at

and showed

the academy in the bond. I knew imdiately. She wanted us to co south. She wanted us to be here. So we ca. The teacher cried. My parents understood. Kira had spoken, and that was enough."

"And then you found ."

"And then she found you. Through the entrance exam. The mont you stood in the proctor’s room and I felt her recognition — I knew that was why she’d asked

to co. To find you. To help. The story has always been about you, Cedric. From my side, anyway. Kira has been steering

toward you since the morning of my fifteenth birthday. I have been part of your story longer than you have."

The greenhouse held us in its warm air. I could hear the plants breathing. Or thought I could — Elara’s nature affinity might have made it possible to hear them, briefly, when she was relaxed. The bond tended to share faint sensations across the connection.

"Elara."

"Yes."

"That’s a lot to tell

at once."

"It’s most of it. There’s more. There’s always more. But the rest can co another ti."

"Why are you telling

now?"

"Because you ca with a flower. Because the conversations needed five, and I’m the fifth. Because the Script wants to use the unsaid things, and there are unsaid things between us that have been unsaid for two months. Sa as the others. Mine were just quieter."

"What were yours?"

She considered. Looked down at Kira. Looked back at .

"I was afraid you didn’t know I was here."

"What do you an?"

"I an I’m quiet. I don’t fight at the front. I don’t speak in council. I don’t contribute to strategy etings the way Lucien or Ren do. I bring tea and I tend plants and I let Kira do most of my interacting for . I was afraid you’d co to depend on the loud ones — Liora, Valeria, Seraphina, Nyx — and you’d forget to notice that I was also here. Not because you’re cruel. Because you’re busy. And quiet people are easy to overlook even by people who love them."

"Elara."

"Yes."

"I haven’t forgotten you’re here. Not for a second. The bond would have told

the mont I started to. Kira would have told you. She didn’t. Because I haven’t."

"I know. But knowing and feeling are not the sa. I needed you to say it. So I prepared this room and waited for you to co, and I poured the tea early because I wanted you to feel that I had been thinking about you, the way the others have been thinking about you. I am not louder than them. But I am here. I want you to know that I am here."

"I know you’re here."

"Now I know you know."

She smiled. Small. Real. The kind of smile that didn’t need to convince anyone of anything because it was just a smile that had been waiting for a long ti and was being released.

Kira opened her eyes. Stretched. Hopped from the table to my lap, curled, and went back to sleep with her tail across my wrist. The bond pulsed warm — Kira’s contented frequency, the one that ant *the configuration is correct, the room is right, this is good.*

"She likes when we’re together," Elara said.

"I noticed."

"She’s wanted this longer than I have. The fox knew before any of us. She’s smarter than . She’s smarter than most cultivators I’ve t. The Wildgrove teaches that spirit beasts know more than their bonded humans because they’re bonded to more than one human at a ti, across more than one lifeti. Kira has bonded with seventeen people across her existence. I am the most recent. Whatever she sees in you, she’s seen it before. She just didn’t have the words to say which one."

"That’s a lot to absorb."

"It is. You don’t have to absorb it now. We have ti."

We sat. The tea cooled. Kira slept on my lap. The cloud sea moved past the leyline-glass wall, slow and indifferent and beautiful in a way that did not require an audience. I noticed I was breathing slowly, in ti with the plants. The greenhouse had absorbed

into its rhythm without asking permission.

"Elara."

"Yes."

"I love you. In whatever shape this is. The quiet shape. The greenhouse shape. The shape that loves the fox more than it loves itself. Whatever this is, I love it."

She closed her eyes for a mont. Opened them. The flower above her braid moved slightly with the motion. She didn’t say anything for a long mont, and I realized she didn’t need to. The bond was carrying it. Kira’s signature pulsed warr in my mind. The plants in the nearest bed shifted — a slow motion, almost imperceptible, the leaves turning fractionally toward us. Elara’s nature affinity responding to her emotional state. The greenhouse itself had heard.

"I love you too," she said, eventually. "I’ve loved you since Kira chose. Which was longer ago than you know. Which is exactly the right amount of ti."

I drank the rest of my tea. It had gone cool. It tasted better cool than warm — so plant Elara had grown specifically for cold-tea preparation. Wildgrove craft.

When it was ti to leave, she stood with . Walked

to the door. At the threshold, she plucked another flower from a bed near the door — different from the one I’d brought, smaller, deep purple, with a sweet faint scent — and tucked it into the buttonhole of my coat.

"Now we’ve completed the greeting," she said. "You ca with one. You leave with one. The Wildgrove standard form."

"Thank you, Elara."

"Thank you, Kael."

The use of my real na surprised . She’d been calling

Cedric for two months. The shift was small but deliberate.

"When did you decide to use that one?"

"When you told . I don’t switch by default. Most people prefer the public na even with people who know the private one. But you said both, and I want to use the one you carried before you got here. The round one. Or — the *short* one. *Kael* is short. Short nas belong to people who are loved efficiently."

"That’s also a Wildgrove thing?"

"That’s also a Wildgrove thing."

I left the greenhouse with a purple flower in my buttonhole and a sleeping fox-warmth lingering in my mind from where Kira had been on my lap. The corridor was bright after the diffuse greenhouse light. The contrast made

blink.

Five conversations. Five wedges sealed. Five won who’d seen through different parts of

at different speeds and decided, in different languages, that they wanted to keep seeing.

The Script had wanted to use the unsaid things between us.

There were no unsaid things now.

Nihil humd from my hip.

"That one was the gentlest of them."

"Yes."

"And the most efficient. She said the most by saying the least. The Wildgrove’s training is interesting. I would like to study them as well, eventually."

"You’re going to study everything by the ti this is done, aren’t you?"

"I have a thousand years to fill. Curiosity is a renewable resource. Yes."

I walked back toward Room Seven through corridors that felt slightly different than they had this morning. Not because the academy had changed. Because I had. Five conversations had landed in

at different angles, and I was still rearranging the furniture in my own head to make room for what each of them had said.

The Script’s spiritual phase was going to have to find new strategies.

The wedges were closed.

The team was tighter than it had been in two months.

And sowhere in the higher leyline architecture of the world — in the place where the Script ran its calculations about which corrections were worth attempting next — sothing was probably recalibrating.

Let it.

The team was ready.