The thundering blitzes blooming year-round around the palace were cleared by noon, barely leaving the pungent sweet scent not a moment to linger; removed under the notion that they were an omen of death.
And yet to the one who twirled the petals in her fingers, it meant something else. She picked the ones off the wheelbarrows passing by, tucking a few into her blonde strands.
The yellow flowers that had turned black, faded into white. The gardens behind the palace met the rainforest's edge.
Light rain clouds that showed no sign of a shower anytime soon, formed shadows over her. A memory flashed, to when the trees bordered their backyard.
"Kria Park," she spoke under her breath. This was much vaster and far greater than that park or the back of their house. 'And yet it's one of the smaller rainforests of Cravolta they say…'
Jotou heard footsteps approach and turned. Asobi tried sneaking up to the blonde invisibly.
"Aww, you saw me?"
