Lily of the Valley
Snow was falling from the smoky grey sky of Midgar as if in slow motion. One such crystalline snowflake lands on the open palm of a gloved hand and melts away in the heat. Emerald eyes watch the entire process in fascination as another snowflake lands in her palm again. The man standing beside the little girl though watches her in curious contemplation. Briefly he wonders about her interest in something so mundane but brush it off with the fact that she was still young. He had hoped that being outside after being cooped in the lodge for so long would help cool his anger from earlier that day but the boredom of the place seems to only worsen it.
As he focuses back on reality the man realizes the girl watching him with wary gazes. He kneels down so that he could look at her on eye-level and tilts his head a little to gesture his unspoken question. The girl only shook her once and takes his warm hand clad in leather gloves with her smaller ones. Gently she tugs the man along and both walk for awhile until they arrive in a small alcove found near the foot of a nearby hill. The place itself was hidden by tall alpine trees with thick trunks and no indication whatsoever to expose the little haven located in the alcove.
Flowers of every possible shade flooded the small place; creeper plants on walls, small shrubs here and there, all dotted with flowers in every imaginable shape and hue. In the center of the place is a tiny pond – more likely to be compared to a puddle of water, though – and a single plant grew upward and outward in so many direction that it look similar to a fountain. On each stalk spurting from the main stem were leaves and bell-like flowers in white. A lily of the valley, tall and majestic unlike any of its kind.
The girl releases her hold on the man's hand and moves to the glorious lily. She kneels down beside the water and tugs on a younger growing stalk with surprising gentleness without leaving many ripples on the water surface. The girl then returns to the man's side and held the plant up, offering it to him with a hopeful smile on her face. The man takes it and returned a smile of his own – a smile of gratitude and happiness he found in that short moment.
A/N: In case of confusion, in the language of the flowers lily of the valley means 'return to happiness' or 'let's forgive and be happy'. It's a really short drabble I wrote for my school magazine since I've been asked to write some stories for it.