A Flower Fest? || Flora and Lyla
"Don’t be surprised that there is at least a floral shop in almost every city or town ma’am."
Hearing the curiosity from the archaeologist’s voice, she stood up then dusted the dirt off her dress. “Why don’t we come inside my home to stray away from the heat?”
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Inside Lyla’s house, she served the archaeologist cold beverage before she sat down.
"I see you’re curious about our Hero of Leaf Valley," She giggled, "He’s not exactly powerful like our beloved Harvest Goddess or like a warrior long ago. He’s just a farmer who moved to Leaf Valley two years ago."
Lyla kept talking. The hero of their quiet town was hardy and determined to save his homeland despite how some of the residents, including the florist, had not taken action to save their homeland. Seeing the farmer’s determination boosted their morale to find methods to halt the construction by turning Leaf Valley a nature preservation, a tourist attraction or both.
"It may not be an ancient folk story," she said after she finished her tale to her, "Someday in the future it would be."
Sipping on the cold, sweet drink in her hands, Flora's attention snapped quickly to the florist as she mentioned the Hero of Leaf Valley again. She took in the story readily, leaning forward in her seat.
So he was a recent hero; how odd, often people and events weren't recognized as heroes and stories until generations had passed, until the long term impact was realized. But it was an endearing tale, the idea of a simple newcomer coming in and shaping a town so positively and crucially though perseverance. The girl was right; it had all the elements to become that sort of timeless folk tale, and it likely would be.
"Only two years.. is he still here now, this hero?"
She took a look at the glass in her hands, thinking for a moment.
"And I suppose this town must have a long history, or a really close community, for him to want to protect it so badly?"
