Memories and Home (Random Rin Writing) --From Bulletin
Category: Stories

What memories could be held in flowers, one might wonder. Or at least, did so the mind of the young woman sat in a field of many of them. Many.. such a small word for what she saw before her. No.. Vast would do. A vast field of colorful flowers that swayed in the breeze and in the tides of green that flowed and rolled in the fresh spring heat. She sat there, her yellow kimono tied about her young and womanly form that budded much like the flowers and plants of the coming season. Long since had she halted in wearing a part of her hair tied out from the rest but instead it had shifted into a unique braided strands of long hair to frame her face from the rest of the thick raven locks that flowed down the center of her pale back. An orange obi, tied around her waist just above the defining hip bones that tied behind her in an ever pleasing bow that might be spotted from across the field in such a distinct color that it would be hard for her Lord or anyone else to miss her with a glance of their eyes.

Her knees, bent up just enough that her ever-bare feet might plant themselves grounding against the Earth, her hands adorned said knees as her eyes looked to the sky. What a beautiful robin's egg sky did earthy brown eyes look toward, watching as the clouds passed by in white beauty as if ships sailing the ever bright seas for adventure. Her chest rose, a deep breath inhaled through her nostrils along with the scent of the field before she exhaled from her slightly parted lips that often smiled and laughed and sang even as much now as so in her youth.

What memories could be held in flowers, one might wonder. Her head, turning to look down beside her as a hand lifted from her knee to pick the tender thing, therefore ending its cycle of life, but giving it purpose just the same. To be lifted to her nose  as her free arm leaned back, touching the grass behind her to keep her leaned form steady. She looked down at it. If this flower or all of it's predecessors could tell tales of the many times she had journeyed through this field. Alone, wither her Lord and Master Jaken, even on occasion with A-Un, the great Beast of Burden whom adored the girl just as much as she did them. Did these flowers hold as many memories as she did? Of battles fought and won. Of conversations and games and sweet dreams she'd have upon them in the nights she rested her head upon the ever protecting lap of the great Lord of the Western Lands.

Would they gather more stories still? Would they watch over her and she was sure the spirits of her family did and guide and grow with her as she found her way in life? Did flowers hold the types of memories water might, or perhaps the wind or trees in the forests? If so, she hoped they remembered this too. The day she sat upon the field just to spend time with them and reminisce over the beauty that this field had brought her for so many years. Of how she knew that this field grew with her as she grew, and the memories they had together of times shared. She hoped it could feel her presence and know this was one of her safe places. One of the few true places, along with that of being by the side of her Lord, that she might call.. home.