[someone's curiosity at his actions is hardly a surprise to Jonathan, all things considered. when the boy silences part of the garden in the most brutal way possible, however, his brows draw down in silent disapproval. it's a strange power to display, almost as if it were the polar opposite of the ripple, and whatever disappointment he might feel he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.]

They're not quite that bothersome, you know.

[but his words, as chiding as they might appear on paper, were nothing more than mild and conversational in reality. he doesn't seem particularly bothered by the carnage, or at least not enough to bring it up in any meaningful way.]

I was seeing if I could help with their colors, but apparently that's beyond me. It does put them to sleep, however, and I thought perhaps everyone could use a bit of a break.

[to illustrate he reaches out for one of the withered flowers, a spark of ripple slithering down its stem. in an instant it's restored to full life once more, petals fluttering as it snores gently to itself.

ah. no wonder he's not too upset about things.]