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Jideh had sat down in his seat with great apprehension. A whole audience hall full of elements, and these architects had decided it wise to make the seats out of... Plants? Jideh had seen what kinds of treatment the seats at the Agricultural Hall back home had endured and he was examining his own chair with the greatest of worry. He checked for scratched messages in the bark, forgotten pieces of gum, or any other kind of abuse. Fortunately he found none on his own chair, but he couldn't bear to check the other seats in case his was the exception and not the norm.

Jideh picked a leaf off his seat, and sniffed at it. He felt the texture, feeling for veins and gauging stem thickness. A glance to either side and at the audience hall ceiling provided no clear answer to whether these plants received significant amounts of sunlight, which made the strength and health of their growth a mystery to him. While his eyes were up, he noticed the teacher he'd helped to rescue getting up on stage looking no worse for the wear of having nearly drowned. Jideh smiled at that, and then he went back to his leaf. Tearing a small piece off, he put it in his mouth and sucked, trying to get a sense for taste. This plant wasn't a tea plant of course, though Jideh had brought plenty of tea dried and in seeds, but he'd heard that other kinds of plants, such as certain pines could be brewed in tea. Jideh made a face at the increasing bitterness, and decided chewing the leaf to be too sour a prospect to pursue. Removing the leaf from his tongue, Jideh folded the bit of sucked leaf into its parent leaf and then buried the ensemble into a little patch of earth between his feet. Letting loose a bit of his recovered power from earlier, Jideh saw the beginnings of a sprout poke through. He smiled widely at that, and then sat back, trying to figure out if he should swallow the bitterness in his mouth or if he should try and discreetly spit it out. 

A girl he only vaguely recognized from the incident at the fountain had turned around and seemed to recognize him as well. She waved and introduced herself, leaving Jideh no choice but to swallow his bitter spit. He failed at masking his grimace. "It's bitter. Er, that's not my name. My name's Jideh, and this plant," Jideh poked the seat he was sitting in. "It tastes bitter. That's why I made a face. I didn't make a face because of you, is what I mean. Ugh. I don't know what's keeping my words from flowing properly today." Jideh caught the last part of Ms. Hargreave's speech. He was momentarily drowned out by applause which once finished, allowed him to add, "Ms. Hargreaves certainly hasn't got my problem. Anyway, I'm a Flora specialist of the Earth element. I'd show off my power to you, but I don't know when we're having supper, so you'll have to take me at my word that I can make plants grow, and all sorts of wonderful stuff like that. I don't exactly have the luxury of being say, an air elementalist, who basically have an abundance of their element unless they go to space or deep-sea diving." Jideh smiled warmly, and nodded. His problem seemed to be going away, bit by bit. As long as he just kept his cool, and no half-naked girls scared him half to death, he'd be fine.