Ah, here it is! My very first story! ::happy dance:: I hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Okay, I'll admit it... not only does the settings, characters (minus ocs), etc., all belong to Sherwood Smith, but the plot isn't even mine either. It's actually my sister's plot, but since I'm new to all of this, and since she is writing about a kazillion other stories, she gave it to me to write. So, I can truthfully say that absolutely none of what you're about to read belongs to me. ::sigh::
Ever since I'd been old enough to understand what it was, I'd been told of how wonderful a person's Flower Day is. When a girl changes from a child to a woman, finally accepted into the adult circles.
To be perfectly frank with you however, I was never really very interested in the whole celebration. It could have passed me by and I don't think I would have thought twice about it. It was really my mother's insistence that prompted a splendid party to be arranged. She, apparently, spent her own Flower Day camped out in the mountains, in the midst of a war, and father says that she was always a little bit saddened to have not had a real celebration. So, I suppose that explains why it was important to her to make my celebration special.
Looking back now, almost two years later, I find that I am most glad that we did have the party. If we hadn't, I never would have experienced all the events of the past years, and I'm sure I wouldn't have met... well, you'll see.
Okay, okay, I know, that was mega short. But really, this is just the prologue, and I didn't want to give that much away. Let me know what ya think, eh?
S'all for now,
***Nati***