Khaat heard the plant very clearly. So did Edward. Edward was curious when Khaat asked for the blossom and the plant sample.
"Khaat and I hear it too," Edward said quietly. "Khaat, do humor an old man. What are you doing?"
"We need the key," she said.
"What key?" Michael frowned. "There's a key?"
"Yes," she said, "And we need it now." Marcus brought the jar and the blossom up to the deck. She tried to open the jar with one hand, but the enchantment on the lid kept her from opening it easily.
"Edward, help me with the lid please?"
"Certainly," Edward said, getting up to go over to her.
"Marcus, it needs another few drops of blood. Your knife please? This should be the last time we need to feed it," she said. Marcus drew his blade, not saying a word. He made a small incision in her index finger of her good hand.
Edward opened the jar, and Khaat took the blossom and put it in the jar with the plant sample. She watched for a moment as the sample and the blossom seemed to entwine around each other. Then both the vine and the blossom seemed to reach, like baby birds, for food.
She dropped some drops from her index finger into each one, the vine and the blossom.
"Close the jar, please," she said to Edward.
"Gladly," Edward said, putting the lid back. The plants seemed to be continuing to entwine around each other, but the sound changed from screaming to an odd sort of music that, to Khaat, sounded slow and soothing. Edward was fascinated by what he was seeing. "What are they doing?"
"Creating the key," she said. "We'll have it either tonight or in the morning."
"What does this key look like?"
"I have no idea," she said.