✽ Wandering Flower Child ✽

"And as I dream I see shades of lilac. So pure and dazzling… A world of vivid lilac. A world of peace. One of blossoming flowers and translucent sunlight. One with clear skies of radiant blue. I suppose I can only dream in lilac. And hope those dreams come true.

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Wishes on the Wind

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They made an odd little pair, he and Lillian. Looking at her now, with her features complimented by the pure look of awe and excitement, he wonders how in the world she finds interest in conversing, let alone accompanying, a strange age-old man like him. He with a wrapped headgear with golden embellishments, ancient symbols marked in his face, and clothes that didn’t fit with this time. The more he thought about it, the more he strays from finding an answer. Perhaps, she was just as curious as he was. And hopefully, as interested in their exchange of words.

I’m joking. This is merely a prop, we’re travelling by foot. He can’t do it. He can’t possibly break the joy in her eyes, even with a joke. Instead, he lightly laughs and gives her a nod before escorting her in the airship. “Selphia is a hovering island, you see. We use these quite open to get around.” And I am thankfully acquainted with generous people that can lend this service. “So yes.: He pauses and turns to her with a sly smile. “We are going to fly.” 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

The woman’s eyes of pure lilac failed to stray from anything but the familiar man and the strange vessel, both excited to see her dear friend and eager to observe the new craft her. It was certainly nice to see the man, and such a gesture, such a spectacular, beautiful ship- It left the woman in awe, mind traveling through vibrant meadows of the same thoughts of astonishment as when she first met the man. The same wondrous, curiosity infused questions spiraling in the depths of her mind.

Lillian herself displayed, mentally, many ages. In an instant she could mimic the words of an intelligent old woman, to the excited eyes of a child, as though her age often mirrored her surroundings. Childlike demeanor, with an animated disposition, the woman listened in astonishment. “A floating island? My, it sounds wonderful!”

“Shall we be off, then? ♪”

[dreaming-in-lilac]

We got-

First place? What an honor! I can’t believe it-! ♥ 

I need to tell Rutger, and everyone back home! They’re gonna be so proud~! ♪ 

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[dreaming-in-lilac]

Kana~! ♪ [Smiles at the man] Are you entering any sheep? 

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Nah~ 

Doesn’t mean I can’t watch and cheer you guys on though. You confident?

[dreaming-in-lilac]

That’s nice of you, I hope you’re having fun! There are so many nice sheep here... 

I think so! ♪ 

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“Lookin good there, Lil!”

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Kana~! ♪ [Smiles at the man] Are you entering any sheep? 

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Wishes on the Wind

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There she was, walking with dainty steps with her wide lilac eyes full of wonder and excitement– he couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at her as she makes her way closer. Would she see him if he waved? He decides to skip with the silly antics and just welcome her aboard the wooden ship. As soon as the wooden plank was set, he walked on over to hear, a small smile present on his face.

“Good morning.” He greeted her as he fans himself, the long golden tail at the end of the cyan feathers swaying with the wind. The look of excitement never left her, and he had to admit he liked that the most. It’s been some time after their first encounter, and the letters could only do so much. He walks forward, ready to guide her on board as he offers a hand, “We’ll be travelling on-board this airship.” He says with a little pride in himself, satisfied at her reaction st the sight of their ride, but still aching to actually hear what she thinks. “ So. What do you think?”

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Eyes fixated on the unusual ship, animated look of awe failing to falter from her features, lilac irises flicker to he man moving towards her as he speaks, eyes bright, infused with delight. “Good morning~! ♪ It’s wonderful to see you again, Leon.” It takes several moments for the woman to process the man’s words, smile transitioning to a look of poor awe and enthusiasm, lips somewhat parting inaudibly. 

“Traveling by...”

“...Airship?” Her smile widens upon soft peach lips, excited eyes flickering to the large ship, then back to the man. “I’ve never seen anything like it! This-” The bohemian pauses, smile remaining painted on sun kissed features, shaking her head as she attempts to find words. “It’s spectacular, Leon!” A childlike demeanor takes over the young woman, looking at the ship with wide eyes. “Are we really going to fly on that? It looks like something from a dream- Or a fairytale-” 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian’s Sheep Festival Entry

[Walks up to the judges with a smile, the sheep strolling beside her at the same pace, the farmer grinning at the judges before speaking, glancing down at the animal beside her with a wide smile] 

[Looking back towards the judges:] My name is Lillian, and this is my sheep, Edith! Edith was one of my very first animals, and I got her as a lamb about 4 years ago ♪. She’s always been one of my most friendly animals, and has been consistently healthy and happy ever since I’ve had her. Additionally, the quality wool she gives I’m very thankful for- ♪ It’s wonderfully soft and healthy. 

Everyday I make sure to brush her, give her the proper food and nutrients she needs, and supply fresh water. For extra nutrients to ensure her health, she’s not only fed hay every day, but also grains twice a week so she gets the minerals she needs. Somedays, I’ll even give her a few carrots as a treat. On sunny days, Edith likes to graze in the fields with the alpacas and other sheep, and she’s particularly fond of clover. It’s important to always keep a sheep’s coat at the proper length so the animal doesn’t become overheated in humid weather, so I make sure to shear her when necessary, before the coat becomes matted. 

I’d say we’ve become fairly close over the past few years- ♪ I couldn’t ask for a more healthy and kind animal. 

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Wishes on the Wind

From afar, he could vaguely make out two towns: one full of crops and trees, the other of livestocks. And there at the middle of it, separating the two very different towns, was the mountain where he got to meet the dainty nymph Lillian. He could still remember how he found him alone by the stream, the sound of her guitar and her singing pulling him in. There was something mesmerizing about the simple farmer, and for someone who disapproves of simplicity, Leon was too hooked. He enjoyed the letters. He looked forward to sending one of his own. To be able to share a part of him…to speak freely to someone far away– there was something about the notion of their routine that made him happy and a little less lonely. 

Not that he’d admit that. No.

As the airship moves closer to the mountain, he instructed for them to settle at the mountaintop, the wide area should provide enough room for them to land as he waits for his company for the day. He leans forward on the railings of the airship, eyes wandering as he tries to spot a…friend? Yes. Lillian was most definitely a friend.

[dreaming-in-lilac]

With melodies of fauna and varying pigments of flora upon the woman’s journey up the mountain created the most charming of atmospheres; an undercurrent reflected within every small facet as if the mountain itself was a book, scripture inside it’s contents small, detailed. And the flower child, appearance one that could blend into the very scenery itself, walked with excited ambiance in each moving step; Today the young bohemian would meet with her newly met friend, Leon, who as of late, she had been exchanging letters with. She had certainly enjoyed writing to him, to say the least, allowing the woman to feel such comfort in meeting with him once again. 

As she makes her way towards the very peak of the mountain, lilac eyes trailed among the horizon only to widen at the sight of something drastically unfamiliar, stopping in her tracks in a state of bewilderment, before curiosity took hold and her legs moved on their own towards the strange silhouette. 

Lips slightly parted in awe as she moved closer, now recognizing it as some kind of ship- One that was so lovely, with propellers on it’s sides. What a marvelous sight! Stringing back a lock of hazel hair behind her ear, she stood in her tracks with wondrous excitement, eyes failing to trail from the foreign ship. 

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Petal Bathed Coincidences [Lillian/Kasey]

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He didn’t know what was running through that head of hers, but he didn’t want to find out. The truth could be there, but what if it hurt? It didn’t matter that she didn’t look angry… Lillian tended to get this dreamy, distant look in her eyes, but this one seemed different. Her mind was like pandora’s box and Kasey would only say the word and it’d be opened. Whether the chaos was good or not was lost to him.

The words that fell from lips that he could only kiss in his dreams were clear. This was a statement, not a question. It was evident to the farmer that she didn’t want to dwell on the subject anymore. So had he hurt her? Now, maybe he had. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms were lost to him and there was this sinking feeling in his chest.

Should he have said more? The wind no longer whispered in his ear; it must have given up on him too. Stepping towards her, he peered down into lilac with somehow vacant, eyes of coffee. He didn’t know how long there was silence around him, but that was okay. Just by looking into her orbs of lilac did his world become filled with the sound of her voice, vivid despite the amount of time they had spent apart.

“Yeah,” he agreed with her, still getting lost in her eyes. The voice in his head could barely be heard over the memory of how sweet and real her singing was in his head. There was a light, a warmth– a sense of hope he always had when he thought about her. Shaking himself out of the trance, he put on a small grin. “Was the crowd making you nervous?” He asked, eyes filling with worry.

[dreaming-in-lilac]

The woman gazed upon the man, puzzlement within lilac irises beginning to fade as she inaudibly observed his facial features, feeling but a sense of discomfort with her mixed emotions towards the man. Lillian had always been so sure of how she felt, mind able to stay rooted to the earth and it’s rhythm. But now... What would become of the two? Her mind attempted to eliminate the thought, infused with a sense of anxiety, soon pushing it into dark shadows as her demeanor became more comfortable.

The thought was gone. They were just friends- They had always been friends. 

The silence rung louder than words could, isolating the woman and her now muted thoughts- And with his question did the world seem to open once more, muffled sounds of people walking about and gazing upon the trees, crickets chirping their songs and fireflies buzzing softly. It was as if she had popped a large orb, that had muted her from her surroundings. Eyes focused, looking up at the man in a sense of normality rather than emotion.

“Yeah, I was actually just about to head home...” 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian,

I’m happy to hear a response from you so soon, and as I write this, I’m preparing for our little escape this Sunday, so forgive me if its short. Between the two towns, at the peak of the mountain, I’ll be there early in the morning. Say, 8? 

I truly wish to apologize in person. Life is too fragile and to lose it so young– I can only imagine your pain. I wasn’t aware… ah– you’ll hear of me soon. I don’t wish to bore you with my woes and my failed attempts to express my thoughts. 

Come Sunday, I hope we continue these talks, in person this time. And if my plans go well, I hope you enjoy that day with me.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Leon.

PS: I love it as much as I loved your previous gifts. Trust they’re kept and treasured in my little home. I used a native flower of my town this time, a Blue Crystal. Odd name, but it is a flower, I assure you.

[Reads the letter with a small appreciative smile before folding it extremely carefully, placing it beside its brothers before returning to her farm work] 

- ♪

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian,

I was away from Selphia for some time, so this may not arrive as soon as the others did. Are you familiar with Oak Tree? I visited the town a while back. Quite a handful of interesting people.

Dragons… I feel the same, at the same time, differently. I’m both amazed at the existence of greater beings– of dragons! But seeing as my oldest and closest friend is one, her presence is more comforting rather than something to be in awe of. She’s kind and quite silly. Your view of dragons will change if you meet her, I am sure.

As of this Goddess you speak of, I’ve never heard of her, but from what you say, she sounds like a deity worthy of all your worships. Have you ever encountered her? I’ve heard of stories where people have been blessed by the rare presence of their deity. It must be a riveting experience, I can’t imagine how I would react. I only wish she’ll appreciate a good tease– if not. Ah, well. I might as well offer a rock. I’m not very good with anything but.

Oceans, hmm? I fish for a living, you know. And fiddle with magic  as well as do odd jobs, but mostly I sell fish. Selphia is full of queer bodies of water– we have a spring for specific seasons. It must be hard to imagine but I am not kidding. 

It must be hard to be away from your sister. How is she and why do you not live together? I used to have someone I saw as a sister. She’s a crybaby as well. But the great thing about seeing someone cry– as much as it hurts to see them like that– is you get to cheer them up and be the source of their smile, even for a while.

At least that’s what I think.

I could arrange something next Sunday, if that’s alright? I worry you might not read this soon so I’ll have it next week. I do love our exchange of letters. But I admit to wanting to see and hear you. Do tell me if you’re interested, unless you have other plans? 

Wishing you the best,

Leon.

PS: Nothing, not even flowers, should ever forgotten. I’ll remember it with you. This is a more familiar flower, one not solely found in Norad and a personal favorite of mine: a forget-me-not.

[About to go to bed, she suddenly remembers that Dirk delivered her a letter today, opening it carefully before reading through its content, tying up hazel locks of hair as she does]

[A slight frown forms on her features as she rereads the questions regarding her sister, eyebrows knitting together as she sits down, already beginning to write back in hopes that, if she writes it fast enough, it will get to him by sunday] 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian,

I share your wish that out little ritual of letters continues. I’m grown fond of them, if it wasn’t obvious. Although I will appreciate it if you keep this little fact a secret if you happen to know my peers.    

Where do I start? The water is as clear as day, the sun up at its peak as I find myself relaxing near the lake beside our town. It has a curious name: Dragon Lake. I assure you there are no dragons inhabiting the waters, but– I’ll leave that a mystery for now. Selphia is a town known for being protected by the Divine Wind Dragon. And yes. There is a reason it’s known as so. 

The views of your parents are interestingly different, both lovely, yes. But what about your say on them? I personally think stars are reminders of something wonderful that has long since died. I’ve read that it is only their light that we see, not the star itself. Much like a distant past, if you think about it. There are things of the past that we can never go back to, never once again experience or feel… and all we have of them are memories. They’re out of reach. Visible. Beautiful. But excruciatingly just there to be seen, never to be touched or felt again.

That thought aside, my offer still stands. Living with personal ordeals is a brave, noble act. If it so happens that the weight is too heavy, do know I am more than willing to carry some of it for you. But I will not worry– for now I’ll share your wishes. As you said, time will find a balance.

Be it through a viola, or a piano, or whatever instrument you wish to play, my ears anxiously wait for them. 

I have something in mind if you do happen to visit– when are you free of work? I trust farm life leaves you busy and considering I’m a simple vendor and a free loader (something I wish to change soon) at where I currently stay, I’d be more than happy to adjust to your schedule.

Wishing you all the best,

Leon.

PS: This dainty yellow flower is a “Moondrop”. My own collection simply comes in great numbers because I’ve no other personal belongings and I am more than willing to share them to you. Also, I am a personal believer of magic found in everything. Perhaps one day I can show you. 

[Just handed the letter while passing Dirk on a trip across the mountain, she sits herself down near the goddess spring, opening it and reading its contents with a smile]

[Reaching into her rucksack, taking out a stray piece of sheet music and black ink, she begins to write while humming to herself] 

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Petal Bathed Coincidences [Lillian/Kasey]

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“Huh?” Kasey was suddenly just as confused as Lillian looked. Oh. Had he just been blowing this entirely out of proportion this whole time? Maybe she wasn’t mad at him at all. She certainly didn’t look mad. Her frown was enough to make his heart ache, though.

“I kissed you,” he said simply, brows furrowing when he looked down at her. Somehow, he had forgotten how short Lillian actually was and it made the corner of his mouth twitch up slightly. He wanted to ruffle her soft hazel locks and then crouch down to kiss her on the forehead or the nose. But he didn’t. No matter how the wind seemed to whisper to him again.

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lilac eyes flickered several times in confusion, eyebrows knitted together and lips slightly parted. The familiar man seemed beyond timid about the entirety of the situation, eyes of dark coffee anxious, demeanor tense. Her vision flickered downward in attempt to give the man a moment to recover, to gain the strength she knew he possessed that, for some unspecified reason, faltered with such anxiety. 

A wave of bewilderment swept over sun kissed features in regards to his statement, his short, obvious statement. What was this called...? Ah yes, puzzlement. Pure puzzlement. And in this state, she was only able to reply with a single word: “...And?” 

A sigh. She brought up a careful hand, stringing back a stay lock of long hazel hair behind her ear.

“...How about we just forget about it.”

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Duet ♪ [Lillian/Mistel]

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He does, obediently, pull up a chair where she directs him to - setting the travel case down on the floor beside him before taking a seat. And while he’d been very lazy in his trip, and while he’d taken frequent breaks along the way, it feels excellent to sit in a seat that’s not also part of public transportation. “No worries at all, Ms. Lillian– please, take your time and don’t stress on my behalf. Your home is lovely. Quite comfortable just the way it is.” He smiles, stretching his legs, before folding one leg over the other and making himself more comfortable.

He redirects his attention to lingering on various sections of the house, curiousity calling his attention hither and anon, hovering on the book shelves, poking around the sheet music that he can see from where he sits. It’s not often that he calls upon someone whose home isn’t already familiar to him, not being exactly the social butterfly type– and he’s quite happy to quietly scope out this new setting, picking up all sorts of new information on his music teacher as he does so.

The travel case is left at his feet for a moment - and he neglects to set up his instrument temporarily at the promise of a pre-warm up warm beverage. “Tea would be lovely, if it’s no trouble? Thank you very much, that’s very kind of you.”

[dreaming-in-lilac]

The young woman smiles thankfully towards the man, eyes flickering downward to somewhat splintered hardwood floor as she ponders momentarily, exhaling in thought. “This place was so empty when I came here a few years back, it needed a lot of work. There was a lot of abandonment and grief in the energy of the home, so I’d bring in flowers and music to try and change that... I suppose my music collections have become a bit untidy, though.” A small bit of laughter escapes from the hem of her lips, shaking her head with a memorable smile. “I think the floorboards will always smell like flowers from now on, not like that’s a bad thing.” 

Bringing her attention back to the young man, lilac eyes trailing back towards him, she nods at his request, walking towards the secluded kitchen area of the home as she reaches for a teacup, looking back at the man with a grin. “I already have some rose tea made, I hope that’s alright.” Pouring him a cup and soon fetching her viola, she returns, smiling remaining on her peach lips, failing to ever falter, handing the olive teacup to the man before sitting herself down, placing the viola on the table beside her.

“So how did that duet I gave you go over? Did you have much time to practice it?” 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian,

I have to admit I was relieved to hear from you soon. I worried for two things:

1. You never received the first letter. 

2. I failed to receive your response.

I’m arrogant enough to believe you’d never purposely ignore my message; you’re far too sweet to deny me of a conversation.

As I write, I hope you are well out there. Unlike our meeting before, the sun hides from the sky, the darkness of the night blessing me with shimmering stars. The kind people who I live with are asleep, and for good reasons; it’s roughly 3 in the morning and I hope you’re asleep wherever you are as well.  Free from trouble too, I hope? Although, the thought of a lively mountain nymph like you wandering from creak to creak is interesting. If I happen to find my back to you, will you entertain me once more? If what you say is true, I hope to see these unexplored wonders for myself. I’ll bless you with a song of my own.

I sing very well you, if I do say so myself. As I sing, the birds come flocking towards me, leaving their nests to perch at where I am, chirping along to the beauty that is my voice.

I’m kidding.

I’m not a fan of singing; but I do enjoy listening. 

You speak of bad dreams, dear Lillian. What troubles you? I find that speaking of that which troubles you, such as nightmares, helps. I know this because of the relief I had after telling you of my silly, little dream. Which repeats itself from time to time, but I don’t mind. I am not a fox; I am human.

If you ever need an ear that will listen (in our case, eyes to read), feel free to write back. And if you find yourself wanting to take an extended break, the skies are waiting for you to spread your wings and soar. A trip to Selphia requires an airship, don’t you know? 

Leon

PS: I’m fond of prolonging the life of flowers (and flowers in general) as well. This particular one is a Lamp Grass. 

[Carefully untying the string with pure excitement, the woman reads over the letter several times with a small smile, occasionally glancing to the pressed flower with affection]

[After reading over the writing several times with pure respect for each chosen word, the woman folds it back carefully, placing it next to the last one before she begins to write back] 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Lillian,

I owe you an apology for the delay of this letter. Have you waited long? I’m not sure myself if this arrived on time…

To get this letter across, I had to battle and tame a gigantic chicken, known here as Mamadoodle. Fairly easy to battle, incredibly hard to tame. It is through that chicken’s efforts that I was able to send this message across. Attached is a picture of said Mamadoodle if you wish to know who to give thanks to.

If you believe me, I will never let this down– ha! Conveniently it’s not all that hard once I pinpointed the location of your beautiful town of Bluebell. 

How are you?

I find myself asking that more often than necessary. Do you still play by the stream where I saw you or was that a luxury I can only witness once? There is a person here who sings and plays in a restaurant. An elf by the name of Margaret. If you were to meet here, please do take her job and live here.

I’m kidding.

It’s raining as I write this (is that too random to say…?). As often as it rains here, I wonder why I never brought an umbrella. Before I left your town I met two merchants that sold some. 

Have you ever wondered what its like to be up in the sky while it rains? The clouds will be pouring down but if you’re high enough, will you be free of the rain? I can’t imagine the view– nor can I imagine myself growing wings and flying up on my own, but I can dream, can’t I?

Dreams. 

I dreamt of something odd. Would you like to hear? If not, pity. You have no choice but to read on~

I was an actual fox– not just one with these furry ears or tail, but an actual one. I was as white as now, maneuvering through the forests, no destination in mind. I made my way back to town, wondering if I could talk to the townspeople. Oddly, so very oddly, I couldn’t. And so I followed them all around that day. Some petted me. Some wondered why they were being stalked by a fox. And then they went on with their lives.

Interesting dream, don’t you think?

Sad. But interesting.

I’ve rambled about nonsense, but I fulfilled my promise to write. You will write back soon, yes?

Sincerely,

Leon.

PS: Do you like the pressed flower? It’s what you call Charm Blue.

[Grinning as she observed the pressed flower, she read the letter carefully, a small smile in her face as she reads the name printed at the bottom so clearly]

[Sitting down, she shuffled through several pieces of sheet music, flipping one over as she begins to write back] 

[dreaming-in-lilac]

Distant Time [Lillian & Leon ]

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He listens to her attentively, wondering why on earth he was so interested in knowing about the life of a person he just met. His travels was for seeing the world, not finding people he wishes to keep close to him– no, no. It was unlikely for him to be back here in the first place. He lets out a small sigh out of frustration. This was a first and last meeting; no need to bother himself with a second.

“Oh? To be free is a luxury in life I wish I had.” He laughed at this, putting it off as a joke. Like a seagull. This he assumes to be a bird… someone capable of flight. His words sparked jealousy in his heart, for even though he had all the time in the world and was here now exploring the different parts of the world, it was he who felt trapped. His childhood wishes to soar free and fly– all just falsely satisfied by the quick escapes of this time. He wonders then how she’d react if she sees Selphia… to ride in airships and be one with the sky…? Perhaps even to visit this age-old priest…?

Looking at her briefly, with all her natural beauty and innocence, Leon decided Selphia was too dangerous. No, no, no. He would sleep better at night knowing she was safe and sound in the comforts of her peaceful town– again he wonders why he’d be protective when he planned to let this end as a first meeting. His eyes followed her movement as she suddenly started packing up, a part of him saddened she was quick to go. 

“There’s no need to apolo–” Will you write to me?

“…”

Staring right into her ecstatic lilac eyes, he knew he wasn’t joking at all. This girl– this lily in the mountain– wanted to hear from him, wanted to know him… Pushing his prior thoughts away for a moment, he ends up nodding…agreeing. “…alright.” He swallows, kicking himself for what he’s gotten himself into. “But I will write to you first. I’m not at all certain if there are couriers that could go back and forth from here to Selphia.”

But he will ask, most definitely. For he has never received nor written a letter to be sent faraway before– who was he going to write to before when they were all just… there? 

He lets himself have the guilty pleasure of petting her head briefly before she leaves, a small smile appearing. “ I’d like to stay here longer. Go on– you’re in a hurry, aren’t you not? I’ll find a way to get my words across.”

“…”

He hesitates, but goes on. “I enjoyed talking to you, Lillian.”

[dreaming-in-lilac]

In the purest of truths, the freedom Lillian had in the town of Bluebell felt as though the edge of the very earth was limitless compared to her confined isolation for several years. Sealed off away from the external world while she was sick, desperate for light, grieving upon unchangeable events... It was a lingering feeling that perched in the back of her mind, like a crow, dark, dripping with vermillion blood. Her memories often swarmed with pale finger tips against thin glass of a window, feeling the light through its exterior, as though trying to grip it through a translucent curtain of isolation. Now, to have the freedom to feel the sun against her skin day by day... Something so simple felt like an endless blessing. Within her ambiance housed a seagull, perched on the tip of her spine with grace, and there was a crow, clawed within the depths of her mind. Although the crow was evident, burdened with the smell of thin blood, the seagull was surely in control as of late, allowing days of exploration and bliss. ‘Like a seagull.’ No longer a crow, dressed in black to mourn. 

As the woman stood to her feet, sealing the stringed instrument and hoisting the straps onto her back, she gazed upon the man, waiting for a reply with curious eyes. As he agrees, her smile brightens, beaming at him genuinely with bright eyes. “I’m glad! I’ll await patiently for your letter, then.  ♪ “ 

Adjusting the straps on her back to ensure the guitar’s safety, she gives a small grin as the man touches her hair once more, eyes looking upon his ears in awe for one last time before nodding at the man. “I am unfortunately- I wish I had more time...”

The bohemian blinked several times before smiling once more, turning slightly before speaking. “I enjoyed talking to you too. Don't forget what you said, write to me, alright?”

And with that, the flower child walked off, disappearing into hues of emerald trees.