LUNA SUNFLOWER is a freak. The kind you whisper about on the streets or spare a few concerned glances at. But she is also a dreamer, the kind that'd dream up big adventures of fairies and mysterious assassins kidnapping mothers-her mother, to be spe...
"I pity those who crumble beneath their own doubt, letting it consume them and their talents. You may say it's the devil's work, that the Foolish Khuda infects our minds with it. Well, I honestly think it's nothing but excuses. Their doubt is what stirred me to become greater, after all."
— Honey Gerbera's "Biography of the Honey Bees" (Published in the 25th Cycle at Yule's Rebirth Records, in Wyver, Forundan)
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We'd trekked for fifteen minutes in absolute silence. Lucian, absorbed in whatever thoughts that plagued his mind, and me, trying very hard to catch up; gaining a painful collection of nasty cuts along the way.
He hid the fruit Ovedy handed him beneath his cloak, while I kept the useless token in my pocket. I would've thrown it away long ago if not for Lucian's warning glance and the fact that it was relaxing to fiddle with. I was still left in the dark for their supposed benefits, however.
Biting my lips in annoyance, I pushed my sore legs harder, almost tripping over the dense undergrowth before I faced his cloaked back. He kept on gliding over thorns and bushes gracefully, making it hard to keep up.
"Lucian--" I yelped as a harsh pain hit my abdomen. I had tripped over a sneaky hole mostly covered by muddy foliage. My once red sneakers were now cloaked with even more dirt and pesky leaves, gravel making its way inside, causing me to regret leaving the house at all. Smelling nothing but mud and soaked leaves, I realised I'd fallen on an upward slope, landing harshly on a wet and inconveniently placed boulder.
Lucian turned to face me, an impatient scowl rested on his face, ready to give me another lecture.
I sneezed.
He swallowed his frustrations with a deep sigh before dropping his cloak onto the damp earth beneath him, revealing a black shirt that seemed to camouflage itself against the shadows. Raising my tired body up, I noticed It had various small, detailed constellations sewn onto it.
"I guess we shall take a break," he said and sat on the cloak before adding sourly, "A brief one."
I let out a sigh of relief as I took a seat beside him, dustin' the dirt and gravel from my ruined dress and picking the grass and rocks from my palms. We remained in silence, though it did not seem that way as my mind sorted through hundreds of thousands of possibilities. My fingers fiddled in my pocket.
I had a lot of questions, I knew, but it hadn't sunken in yet. I could just wake up and this would've never happened, better that way I suppose. I would go back to bein' the mad girl that lived on the hill, the one that didn't hang with the other kids and received pityin' looks from those damned good-for-nothin' adults.
