Departure

Remains

Naira's P.O.V.

After countless hours jumping from tree-to-tree, we finally came to a wide-open clearing. A gentle wind passed gently across my face. The quiet peacefulness was then interrupted by Xandric running toward a huge bed of flowers and falling into it, sending flower petals aimlessly into the air.

"Finally! We can rest!" she yelled as if she hadn't seen light for days. The aroma of the flowers was quickly noticeable as more petals danced in the air. I loved this peacefulness. The sun was out, puffy white clouds filled the sky, and it was just the perfect temperature. I wished everyday was like this...sadly it isn't.

"Naira! Quit your daydreaming and get your butt over here!" Xandric called out. I shuddered, snapping out of my so-called "daydream" and running to where the others were. Kusa and I sat beside a tall rock while DJ, Ether Blake and Xandric pranced around in the flowers. I was about to take off my boots when Kusa turned to me and asked,

"What are these?" as she picked up a flower. I was confused.

"Those are flowers. You've never seen a flower before?" I laughed playfully. She sighed.

"Not really. I never go outside that often because I'm usually in the Mirror. I have my own little world inside of that Mirror, and nothing really happens inside of it. Just...the way I like it, Peace and quiet." She slurred as the wind was blowing more petals around, making the aroma more powerful.

"Add flowers into your world!" I said. Kusa perked up as if she just came out of a coma.

"Flowers don't really make any noise, and they're pretty!" I smiled as I handed her a flower. She smiled a little as she took the flower from my hand with her mangled-up hand and placed it on her lap. For the rest of the afternoon we watched the clouds float by over our heads, trying to make shapes out of them as I shot bullets of air through them.

"Make that one a torch!" Ether Blake called out. I turned around and sighed.

"Ether Blake, I make like, what? Fifty torches? Try to think of something else!" I asked her. She thought for a moment, and then snapped her fingers.

"Draw a stick that's been set on fire!" she said excitedly. We all groaned except for me, I laughed.

"Isn't that the same thing as a torch?" I questioned. Ether Blake shook her head.

"I said that's BEEN on fire! Not on fire!" she pointed out. We all broke out into a small giggle.