[Paige watches, intrigued but hardly stunned. She knew people that worked with plants. Lin mostly. One of her students at the Academy before Xavier had disbanded it, so it wasn't new, but it was interesting. Magic, he claimed.

She regarded him in silence for a moment, letting him talk, get out what he had to say. His demeanor went a long way towards easing her concerns, but she still had them.]

The unique plants Krakoa itself produces are sacred to Krakoans, yes. Technically, we're called Mutants as a species, or Homo-Superior if you want scientific terminology. Krakoan is the demonym for members of the Mutant Nation. And...yeah, they're important.

I said before Krakoa is an island, and it's alive. It is our home, but it is more than that, too. It's the only safe place for Mutants on my world. Humans are afraid of us, because we all have abilities that set us apart in some way. There have been decades of conflict, mostly just isolated incidents of racism, murders, and that kind of thing...but a few attempted genocides as well.

[She blows out a breath, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking down at her clenched fist. Memories of cemeteries, of watching on the news when the first mutant nation was destroyed by Sentinels, and a host of other tragedies have made it hard to let go of some things.]

Which, as you might imagine, has made us all a little wary. Krakoa agreed to take us in, to shelter us and protect us. When we established our nation, we agreed to three laws. The first of which was to protect Krakoa, and to honor it for giving us a haven.

So, you'd be the first human allowed to mess with Krakoan plants, if I agree to this. And no offense meant, but it's...kind of a big deal to me.