𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・・𓍊𓋼𝖆 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𓋼𓍊・・

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the sun peaked over the horizon as birds chirped and sang, and the air smelled of cut grass and wet wood. the endless void filled with Fred's (the talking horse's) nasal voice as he rambled on and about one thing or the next (Greg chiming in with a comment or two)"-so then I said, what use is their pulling another kart if you never get far?" the group had traveled as far as they could to get away from the woodsman until morning. Beatrice, who had grown tired of the horse's nonsensical yammering grumbled and yelled out annoyed "Fred! didn't you say you knew a faster way to get closer to Adelaide?" she hissed. Fred neighed out a laugh "but of course. were really close! trust me" he assured. just then. like the horse said they had reached the forest's end. before them lay a giant field of wildflowers, and at its edge stood what looked like a dock in the distance a long river going off into the horizon.

"Hey, would you look at that! i knew we were going the right way!" remarked the horse. Greg cheered as he grabbed his frog and ran straight into the valley of flowers, giggling and laughing." it's beautiful.." (h/c) teen breathed out, staring at the vast sea of flowers. never in their life would they see such brilliant hues of yellow, pink, and lavender. it looks just like a painting she thought "Great! so I'm guessing that boat should take us to Adelaide?" Beatrice chimed in on top of wirts shoulder "oh! I'm actually not sure" the horse replied plainly "all I know is that boat leads to the east side of the forest" he explained. beatrice groaned and smacked her face with her wing, she sighed "ill go check it out to be sure, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone" she instructed. In a bored tone and with that, she flew off.

(y/n) rushed into the field after Greg her nose being hit with the sweet scent of lavender, and buttercups "(y/n)! do you know how to make a crown for mister president?" the small boy asked, a small clump of lavender and peonies in his hand as his frog croaked, the (h/c) giggled lightly "sure Greg I can make him a crown" she reassured. the two of them sat near the shade of an old willow tree. she had Greg's frog sat on her left leg while she had a small bunch of flowers on her right. Greg beamed with curiosity as her nimble fingers bended the stems of the small flowers, it only took a small minute before a tiny flower crown was made "there we are" she chirped, setting the small crown atop Greg's frog, as it gleefully croaked. " do me next! do me next!" the small boy chanted excitedly. (y/n) nodded with a smile, as she sat the small boy on her lap. just as she was gonna reach out to pluck more flowers, Greg suddenly called out to her (as he absently adjusted his frog's crown)"hey (y/n) ?" he asked "hmm?" "Where did you learn to make crowns ?" he asked in his usual cheerful tone hugging his frog companion. she hesitated for a moment, her expression turned forlorn as her lips quivered lightly "my brother taught me " she answered.

she shook her head lightly and gazed into the distance grabbing a couple of buttercups, as she ran her fingers absently in the small boy's brown hair. it was that camping trip they took with Eliot's dnd buddies. her mom even made them all a "feast made for adventures" and all of them wore costumes. they were all walking near a creek, her older brother and his friends playing around and joking as little 10-year-old (y/n) tagged along by her mother's request of her being included ( sure she didn't wear a costume but the group didn't really seem to mind) suddenly out of the blue, one of Eliot's friends, Christine ( who was wearing some kind of half human half goat costume) gasped and pointed at the other side of the small river "guys! loook at the flowers!" she gasped excited. the group turned to where she was pointing, and below and behold she was right. at the bottom of a large oak tree stood a large clump of flowers of different colors poor little (y/n) couldn't even name. just like christine the rest of group made noises of excitement as they rushed over, sliping on mossy rocks an and laughing and splashing getting wet to get to the other side. "what are guys even so excited about....?" the small (h/c) girl asked hesitantly as she stood confused on the other side of the creek, she yelped as one of's Elitos friends, Micheal. ( who she could only presume was wearing some type of elf costume) lifted her over his shoulder laughing as he rushed through the water excited "come on! come on! well show you!" he exclaimed gleefully as they aproched the rest of the group.

the rest of the 16 year olds mingled and talked, brushing their finger through eachothers hair some even brading them. as they made small crowns made of flowers Micheal dropped (y/n) gently on the floor as she rushed to her brother's side."we're making flower crowns!" Christine explained with a large smile, breading another girls hair and adorning it with small flowers "here. ill show you how to make one" Eliot reasured with a smile sitting her on his lap "you bend them like this" he instructed "always check how big you want it" he explained grabing another small flower "aaaaaand there you go" he grinned holding up the small crown.

Her brothers smile faded and once again she was faced with the reality that this journey has been the farthest she's ever been from home. The sooner she got out of this mess the sooner she'd be able to see her mom and brother.

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・・・𓋼𓍊𓋼 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𓋼𓍊𓋼・・・

I This was just a bit of filler I wanted to include-rems