Too Late
Yezi cast her gaze over the vast land that served as the venue for Rootstock. The crops reached their vined and veined leaves towards the heavens, grasping for the bright sunlight that bounced through billowing cloud after cloud. It was a picturesque scene, as if pulled from a master’s oil pastel painting, and yet Yezi let out a deep and longing sigh.
This corner of Tera was beautiful, and yes, it was a precious sight to behold, but it would be short lived. Yezi had been traveling outside of Tera for many, many moons, and now that she had returned, it was sadly the very last day of Rootstock. With a heavy heart, she shut her eyes and longed a day when the festival would return.
(Sadly, I missed Rootstock this year except for the final few hours. I’ve been told it’s coming back again so I can’t wait! I’ve always missed it since it first started, and my husband hasn’t seen it either. Should be fun when we get the chance ^^ Also, thanks for reading my little story! Lol.)
