Lidia understood,climbed into her seat,  "Roses be me mot'ers favorite too. Do not dwell on her. Jarod, t'ink about  the meadow, an playing in ta woods before ya became a man. T'ere be ya 'appy place."<br/><br/>Lidia looked in front of her, the vision returned of herself, "You have the gift of seeing another's thoughts. Only use them for good."<br/><br/>The rose peddles filled Jarod's senses. Everyone passing, was filled with a floral aroma and a mental gift or magical ability.