Positioned at the end of one of the rows, the Dedicated wielded saidin. His current target was one of the few plants that flowered, small but brilliant gold blossoms that Kalyan thought pretty enough that it could have fit in with the more decorative plants growing in the rest of the gardens. While he admired the flowers, they were not the real focus of the work he was doing.
Thin, carefully woven strands of Earth and Water sank into the ground below, reaching for the roots of the plant. These, he'd been told, were the useful part of this particular plant, and his task was to encourage their growth. Since he couldn't see the roots and had to rely almost entirely on the feeling of his weaves wrapped around them, it was difficult, painstaking work that took up most of Kalyan's concentration.
This meant that he worked in short, intense segments of time, letting the roots branch out below the soil as slowly as he could, and even working slowly, Kalyan needed frequent breaks. It was during one of these, having relinquished his hold on saidin to rest, that Kalyan thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He had been studying the part of the plant he could see to ensure that his work with the roots wasn't weakening the rest of it, but he flinched at the unexpected noise, turning his head towards the nearest door.