Behind those blue and red eyes

The third encounter: A bouquet of wild flowers

He woke up with a beam of light directly in his face; last night he was so tired that he forgot to close the curtains. He stood up leaving with sorrow the comfiness of his bed, then, he stooped one moment to see Nature Tale from his window. The amount of shades of green hit his eyes with a amazing shock; no mater how many times he confronted the scene it was never enough to prepare him for that view.

Leaves reined from all above making the scene look invaded by a storm of little green points dancing in the air. Strong old trees grew up with their branches open in all sorts of shapes an figures, so thick and strong that seemed like they were the ones holding together the cave ceiling, that even now, in the middle of the day was shining with the star looking stones engraved in it's belly.

A group of birds flied by his window, maybe a group od pigeons searching for something to eat. The collision of white, black, gray and brown feathers made a bouquet of colors interrupting in all the green. Bellow the grass covered all the ground that could be seen, sometimes intercepted by a little daisy or a dandelion. Moss was everywhere too, making soft beds of dark green in all the trees and rocks. Butterflies flied from flower to flower along round and small bees.

Lavender followed for a long moment the flying insects trying to foresee where they'll land next. He laughed to himself after failing, and turn away from the window. He searched for a little while for his sleepers and found each one in opposite corners of the room; maybe he was as disorganized as his brother said. He searched too for a clean pair of socks in his pile of socks, and found one pretty clean. His green sweater was still clean and he dint want to ruin the knitting by washing it too often, same goes for the coat.

The dark brown wooden floor cracked under his steps while he searched for the bathroom. A quick shower will be enough to waking him up. He carefully pilled the clothes carefully in a little bench besides the tub. With clean water running through his body he recalled the memories of the past night, one by one they passed like a carousel in front of him. He still wasn't sure if his decision of forgiving the stranger was right, he didn't know if he even was ready, but the beautifulness of the little white flowers that he put in the crown last night make him want to try again.

Once ended the shower he went to the first floor "BROTHER, WHAT WAS TAKING YOU SO LONG?" Asked a barely mad Poppy "Sorry bro, I was growing roots" he answered with a wide smile "JUST TAKE BREAKFAST ALREADY". A bowl of oatmeal and fruits appeared in front of him and he received it happily. Few moments pass till he was also given a Matcha tea besides his plate.

Everything seemed quiet and easy, just like it should be, and another day felt like a beautiful blessing. He let the texture of the oatmeal spread in his mouth, the granulated feel of every oat tickled a little, and the soft cream that accompanied it flowed freely in his tongue. The blueberries were acid and rich, and the chopped strawberries were sweet. Everything was perfect.

He stood up and leaved his dishes in the sink and reached the little bench placed against the wall and washed the dishes with some sort of dedication. The water was cold, the homemade soap was shiny. Little bubbles found themselves in between his bones and the smell was soft and clean. He dried his hands with a kitchen towel and descended from the bench.

"Tanks Pops, it was delicious. I'm going to rest on my laurels on the woods so don't search me or I can leave you planted" he said with a proud wink. "BROTHER THAT WAS AWFULL!" Cried Poppy, while Lavender walked to the door. "TRY TO NOT WANDER TO FAR FROM YOUR POST, SOME HUMAN COULD NEED OUR HELP" He raised his thumb up as an answer.

"What should I do today?" He asked himself. He turned to the little garden in front of the house where the vegetables grew slowly, they needed a little attention, so he got his hand close to them and let a little magic reached them, just enough to make the stems stronger and the leaves greener. Maybe he should make a soup for the stranger, it should be cold to stand all night in the open.