Lina knew she had grown stronger — stronger than she had ever been. All of nature seemed to have become part of her; with a single thought and the faintest output of energy, every flower, grass blade, and tree on this ground would wake and become her soldier. She felt she could change these plants' "constitution," make them tough or pliant, and lacing them with deadly poison would be easy besides.
That was not all. She felt she had gained the power to command plant life — to make it grow, or to make it die.
And if there were seeds, then even blooming inside another creature's body was not out of the question.
But that thought was dangerous. The instant it put out a sprout, Lina stamped it out completely.