Chapter 1. Orange flowers.
Malon walked through the placid forest, drops of dew from the morning, played along the blades of grass. Her feet dusting away the dew as it cools her feet on this relatively warm day. Her wild red hair, being blown along in the wind, the sun caressing her face with its gentle hands. The white fluffy clouds waving a hello, were they going to pass, or stay? Flowers, which were what she came here for. A beautiful bunch of the right buds and blooms. Her mother, though she's gone, once told her how to pick the best bouquet. Choose them with care; tender for them with love and if they wilt, they wilt with happiness. She used that motto to raise her up.
Malon came back to the present and spied the best flower. It was just about to bloom and it carried the most natural scent. Spring was definitely here. As she grabbed the stem and twisted it from the ground, a small drop of water landed on the orange petal. Looking up, the clouds had decided to stay. She watched as more particles of water fell from the heavens. Placing the freshly picked flower into her pouch, Malon walked back to where she left her horse. The more steps she took, the heavier the rain fell. Lightning was grazing on the grass, not taking any notice of her surroundings. From the bag that was attached to the horses' saddle Malon pulled out her cloak and put it on. It was found in the market, at a stall for half price; bargain. The cloak almost touched the ground and was made of a rich dark green color.
Putting her foot into the stirrup and pulling herself up, Malon didn't notice the flower fall from her shoulder bag. She looked up at the sky again; the rain didn't want to recede. Placing the hood over her already wet hair and grabbing the reins, seemed to her like a memory that she relives every time she does so.
"Time to go home Lightning." Malon whispered into her ear.
Her ears twitched back as if to say, but it's only lunchtime.
"I know girl, but it is raining."
Lightning didn't want to argue more and slowly trotted off, escaping the rain was her favorite thing to do.
* * * *
Moving myself from behind the tree as she rode off, I noticed the flower, on the now muddy forest floor. The orange it used to hold, now seeped into the earth, it's aroma fading. Bending down to see the flower closer, I picked it up and crushed the rest of its useless life out of it. She would soon be destroyed too, just like this pathetic flower.
A/N: I hope it makes much more sense now, and please give some ideas for the Title. Oh, and review if you can. because I want to have at least 10 reviews to continue this story.
Malon walked through the placid forest, drops of dew from the morning, played along the blades of grass. Her feet dusting away the dew as it cools her feet on this relatively warm day. Her wild red hair, being blown along in the wind, the sun caressing her face with its gentle hands. The white fluffy clouds waving a hello, were they going to pass, or stay? Flowers, which were what she came here for. A beautiful bunch of the right buds and blooms. Her mother, though she's gone, once told her how to pick the best bouquet. Choose them with care; tender for them with love and if they wilt, they wilt with happiness. She used that motto to raise her up.
Malon came back to the present and spied the best flower. It was just about to bloom and it carried the most natural scent. Spring was definitely here. As she grabbed the stem and twisted it from the ground, a small drop of water landed on the orange petal. Looking up, the clouds had decided to stay. She watched as more particles of water fell from the heavens. Placing the freshly picked flower into her pouch, Malon walked back to where she left her horse. The more steps she took, the heavier the rain fell. Lightning was grazing on the grass, not taking any notice of her surroundings. From the bag that was attached to the horses' saddle Malon pulled out her cloak and put it on. It was found in the market, at a stall for half price; bargain. The cloak almost touched the ground and was made of a rich dark green color.
Putting her foot into the stirrup and pulling herself up, Malon didn't notice the flower fall from her shoulder bag. She looked up at the sky again; the rain didn't want to recede. Placing the hood over her already wet hair and grabbing the reins, seemed to her like a memory that she relives every time she does so.
"Time to go home Lightning." Malon whispered into her ear.
Her ears twitched back as if to say, but it's only lunchtime.
"I know girl, but it is raining."
Lightning didn't want to argue more and slowly trotted off, escaping the rain was her favorite thing to do.
* * * *
Moving myself from behind the tree as she rode off, I noticed the flower, on the now muddy forest floor. The orange it used to hold, now seeped into the earth, it's aroma fading. Bending down to see the flower closer, I picked it up and crushed the rest of its useless life out of it. She would soon be destroyed too, just like this pathetic flower.
A/N: I hope it makes much more sense now, and please give some ideas for the Title. Oh, and review if you can. because I want to have at least 10 reviews to continue this story.