Terra stepped up out of the mess hall. She walked over to the woods, still holding half a tomato, and sat in a sun-speckled clearing. Her father had always taught her to be in touch with nature. She calmed herself, focusing on the sound of a brook bubbling, a bird calling. The plants grew around her and immersed her, forming a sort of leafy pod. She allowed her mind to spread across the plants, and suddenly she felt alive, as energy rushed through her.
She was the forest.
She could see, hear, and feel everything the plants could feel. She saw all the campers, every single one at the same time, or rather felt their presence. She loved being able to do this, it was her favorite gift. She was blind, but could see everything. She heard nothing, but she knew what everyone was saying. She could feel the wind in her branches, the sun on her leaves, the feet trampling her blades.
She was happy.