Training

Allison sat and frowned at the patch of Tristan's lawn in front of her. She wanted it to grow; she'd already tried orders and visualization. What else was there?

Maybe... She closed her eyes and reached out to the grass. A thousand tiny voices resounded in her ears, a thousand but one.

...grow to the sky, grow in the earth, connect with our neighbors, twist and stretch and grow...

GROW. 

...resist the new voice, resist the voice's order, unnatural unthinking unconnected... 

GROW. 

...resist resist resist resistresistresist...

...succumb...

The blades rose, stretching towards the sun. Allison smiled and kept them growing. "Look, Tristan, I--"

Light and heat burst in her mind, joined by thousands of screaming voices.

...PAIN BURNING FLAMES!...
...GROWTH MUST STOP, WE ARE DYING!...
...FIRE! BURNING! DEATH!...

Allison's scream joined theirs and she fell over, writhing. Tristan ran and tried to calm her down. "You're not on fire, Allison!"

"It burns!"

"I'm sorry!" Megan wailed.

...WE ARE GROWING WE ARE BURNING WE ARE DYING!... "Make it stop!"

Tristan tried to stop her flailing and got kicked in the ear for his trouble. "Allison, it was just the grass! Megan only set the grass on fire!"

"The grass is still on fire!" Kyle yelled. "Someone put it out!"

Jared ran off. "I think a saw a bucket in the garage!"

Training didn't last much longer.