((Music for the tale.))
(( Music for the tale ))
She nodded, smiling slighty. When her eyes returned to the soil, the story started.
[...]
“A long, long time ago, when my grandpa was 20 years of age, he spent some time working as a gardener for a rich businessman from Ul’dah. It didn’t take him long to realize that the lalafell’s garden, which was neither too big nor too small, was filled with flowers he’d never seen before; he called them the Whispering Flowers.
A flower’s lifetime is very brief. They only last a few suns before their petals lose their colours. Just a few suns to understand the world and gather a thought; a single, brief thought from their experience as physical beings, whispered at the very last moment of their lives.
‘I thought the world had faded forever,' said one, 'but then I saw the sun rise again…'
‘After helping that bee with my nectar, I was glad I was born,’ said another.
When he noticed this, my young grandpa brought a notebook with him and started writing all the thoughts he could hear from the fading flowers, so that their memories would still remain even after they were gone."
[...]
Her smile had become more noticeable at that point. Clover looked at Andre and spoke again, her eyes filled with thoughts of her grandpa.
"But the importance of the garden didn't end there. Would you like to know what he did one day?"
(( Music for the tale ))
She nodded, smiling slighty. When her eyes returned to the soil, the story started.
[...]
“A long, long time ago, when my grandpa was 20 years of age, he spent some time working as a gardener for a rich businessman from Ul’dah. It didn’t take him long to realize that the lalafell’s garden, which was neither too big nor too small, was filled with flowers he’d never seen before; he called them the Whispering Flowers.
A flower’s lifetime is very brief. They only last a few suns before their petals lose their colours. Just a few suns to understand the world and gather a thought; a single, brief thought from their experience as physical beings, whispered at the very last moment of their lives.
‘I thought the world had faded forever,' said one, 'but then I saw the sun rise again…'
‘After helping that bee with my nectar, I was glad I was born,’ said another.
When he noticed this, my young grandpa brought a notebook with him and started writing all the thoughts he could hear from the fading flowers, so that their memories would still remain even after they were gone."
[...]
Her smile had become more noticeable at that point. Clover looked at Andre and spoke again, her eyes filled with thoughts of her grandpa.
"But the importance of the garden didn't end there. Would you like to know what he did one day?"
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
