On some place, on some estate, far far away, there is a small garden as part of mansion property. This place is not a wide flower garden designed to cultivate those for a fresh flower in a vase.Not it was a hangout spot for a parties during events in residence.It was not even for long strolls to observe the beauty of nature. This was more like a semi hiding spot, a sanctuary of clarity of thought, while still on a fresh air. A small garden hidden on terrace.
A breeze hit nearly standing fruit tree to the amount that its leafs rustles in wind. Here it is! A last flower petal disconnected itself from bud as the last flower finally blossomed out. This loosing petals event, was going for a while for the entire day as a sing of changing seasons between spring and summer. Yet there was a deeper meaning of this sentimental change for the single observer who accompanied this tree on its change of dress.
A woman in maiden dress was standing in this sanctuary garden. Her blank face expression shows a hint of prolonged waiting as she is focused on the last petal taking off onto the air. She watching the petal as it dances around the tree, that standing in middle of this garden. It dance above bushes of roses and around the bird fountain. Passes around fine marked pillar and nearly touches a brick wall as if to say farewell to this place. Then, it was carried toward the maiden, and passes around her as she still staring at it, observing it.
Then she watched as the breeze carried the petal toward the stone railing, as if it went onto journeys to west, toward the setting sun. With the tree in back, she stepped toward the garden railing, still watching the small piece from flower as if it was a bird taking off to the sky, following the call of sun setting.
From the petal perspective we observe as the maiden watching after the fleeing piece of flower. Her expression and eyes are telling that she desire to do the same as the petal; To be taken away by breeze, to spread wings and go where her hart longing to fly.
Yet, as the petal was leaving without her, our vision wide to the point, we can observe that the garden is a part of terrace wall that going around a lord mansion, that kinda resemble a castle. A flag on high tower is waving proudly in wind. As our traveler continue to fly, we can see that there is a wide water pit around the castle. It suddenly seems like a fort in middle of an artificial lake. A stone bridge longer that wider crossing this river wide lake, connecting castle gate with a guard post on other end.
On its fly, petal reaching a city of variety houses covered by roof tiles. A breeze, take this petal onto the ride above the roofs. He is wandering between chimneys like on slalom race. On one occasion it interrupted resting of napping cat, that was hiding on the room behind a chimney. Flipping its ear, it glanced back after the traveler, curious yet not willing to rise up and pursuing it, so the cat went back to napping.
Next stage on petal journey was a stalls market. Square area, filled with all sort of activities. There were movement nearly everywhere as if everybody was busy with evening preparations for something. Food, raw materials, supplies or product of all kinds has changing hands. Our traveler passed above stalls, especially the one that had a bunch of sparrows, that tried to figure out, how to steal out crumbles from food stands under them. A sudden wind blow, has taken the petal high up, where it was taken by wind current.
This flow was taken the traveler toward next area, that was actually an outer ring wall. That fortification was so tall, that for a moment; we can see the castle like mansion in distance, that center this city surrounded by a nearly circle like wall. We have a slight glance on river with ships, passing the city from one side to other, until the wind current take our petal beyond the city walls.
There he will be taken by another flow that take him high, dancing wildly through the sky.
When the situation finally calm down, the petal travel and travel, until its quite far from the city and single glance back reveal a quite wide ring of crop field surrounding that settlement. When you look at any world direction, there is always something as word mark that highlighting the strategic importance of that city in middle of important roads.
Now, as the petal move toward the lonely road leading to the hills or further to the mountains, the wind carrying our petal losing its strength. Such in one moment, we have a ground view on road, on a certain spot from where you can glance at the distant city and maybe even recognize the mansion in middle of that settlement. Our traveler settle down on road, to create a contrast in focus between backstage scene with city in a valley, and the hill road with petal in front.
It nearly feels like the journey of our traveler ended here, abandoned by breeze that accompanied him this entire way, left in middle of the road to its destiny.
A seconds of silence were passing.
Yet… To this scene a person put down his boot on a road. A shadow from a person cover our flower traveler on ground. In a moment later, a male hand of someone reached for the petal and gently pick it up.
From a different (close) angle, we can see, this person rising its hand to look at the fragment of flower. From the brief glance at this person gear, we can assume that we looking at last at skilled adventurer with high quality clothing and stuff. Then that hand, gently stored that petal in a pocket as if it was a message for him delivered by a breeze.
Then back in the focus on the boot on the road, we can observe, that this person resume walking. Every single step take him, closer and closer to the city in distance. By every step, we can see more and more of this adventurer, to the point we can observe: His red noble like coat on his back, marked by an escutcheon /coat of arms /Erb like drawing/symbol. His nearly legendary looking gear, that will or already is written in history. His big traveling bag hand-above his shoulder.
As he was walking, his body language tell of how determinate he is, to eventually reach that place. With the petal in his pocked as if was a plea letter/message for him, we can assume that the hero has returning home.
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