Post by Ritua on Jul 31, 2022 6:21:10 GMT
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"Oooh, a pretty flower! That's new! I think you'd be great at gardening! It's just practice!" She'd stare at the beautiful blooming plant with white petals, staring at it. Was this what it felt like to have her own memories messed with? Growing flowers where there weren't any before? She'd totally take a picture of it if she had one of those fancy picture things they had in the market. Or draw a picture of it if she thought she'd be able to leave the dream with it-[break][break]
Wait, was the first area with the sad girl a memory and not a dream? Where exactly were they anyways? And then, a question was asked. [break][break]
What happened to the garden? [break][break]
Ritua had to pause at the question, sitting still for once as she dug deep into her memories. She hadn't been here in so long. Everything kind of blended together. All the important details, but it seemed even her subconscious mind remembered more than she wanted to. Such as the corpse. [break][break]
"... Oh yeah!" Ritua suddenly exclaimed as the forest began to grow. The small trees she had planted had begun to grow taller and taller, older and older. The forest around them aged, signs of weathering appeared on the rocks as moss spread. The sky flickered between light and dark at such a pace as days passed that it seemed eternally stuck between the two. A twilight, if you will. As it caught up to her memories. [break][break]
"The trees were so much bigger last time I saw them! I almost forgot! They grew huuuge! My precious babies!" She giggled to herself, casually standing up on top of her rock and leaping to grab a branch on one of the trees. Almost 10 years had passed in no time at all, but memories were confusing things. To a Kokiri, there was almost no difference between 3 and 30, just how many memories and how many different games they've played. [break][break]
"They were so big, I could climb in their branches!" Her hood slipped off her head, exposing her brown hair in a cute ponytail as she scrambled up amongst them. It would have been an adorable sight, if not for the rest of the little grove. [break][break]
The Faron Woods were not kind to outsiders. A dangerous, dark place for almost all. The large claw marks on the trees just outside the grove were but a reminder, and yet she didn't seem all that scared. It was as if the Deku Tree could protect her even here, fearless. [break][break]
However, most notably was the distinct lack of a corpse. Whether it finally decomposed after so many years or was dragged away by some scavenger, it was as if it never existed at all. And yet, at that exact spot lay something interesting. As if it had been there all along, tucked away beneath the roots of that rotten tree. A small wooden box, carefully hidden away. As if it was sealed away from the world, the weather aging the outside.[break][break]
If there was any new recognition on her face, from finally making the connection to the corpse she had previously refused to recognize and the box she had found so long ago, she didn't let it show. Even though her heart did suddenly feel like it was twisting around inside her chest. Her face remained passive, empty, staring at the spot. The memory was clear as day, no figments of a faded recollection anymore.[break][break]
Was this what growing up felt like? She didn't like it. [break][break]
Eventually, after a few moments of silence, she finally spoke. A smile returned to her face, but it definitely seemed less energetic than before. "Ooh, now is my turn to ask you a question, ma'am. What do you think is in that box?"
"Oooh, a pretty flower! That's new! I think you'd be great at gardening! It's just practice!" She'd stare at the beautiful blooming plant with white petals, staring at it. Was this what it felt like to have her own memories messed with? Growing flowers where there weren't any before? She'd totally take a picture of it if she had one of those fancy picture things they had in the market. Or draw a picture of it if she thought she'd be able to leave the dream with it-[break][break]
Wait, was the first area with the sad girl a memory and not a dream? Where exactly were they anyways? And then, a question was asked. [break][break]
What happened to the garden? [break][break]
Ritua had to pause at the question, sitting still for once as she dug deep into her memories. She hadn't been here in so long. Everything kind of blended together. All the important details, but it seemed even her subconscious mind remembered more than she wanted to. Such as the corpse. [break][break]
"... Oh yeah!" Ritua suddenly exclaimed as the forest began to grow. The small trees she had planted had begun to grow taller and taller, older and older. The forest around them aged, signs of weathering appeared on the rocks as moss spread. The sky flickered between light and dark at such a pace as days passed that it seemed eternally stuck between the two. A twilight, if you will. As it caught up to her memories. [break][break]
"The trees were so much bigger last time I saw them! I almost forgot! They grew huuuge! My precious babies!" She giggled to herself, casually standing up on top of her rock and leaping to grab a branch on one of the trees. Almost 10 years had passed in no time at all, but memories were confusing things. To a Kokiri, there was almost no difference between 3 and 30, just how many memories and how many different games they've played. [break][break]
"They were so big, I could climb in their branches!" Her hood slipped off her head, exposing her brown hair in a cute ponytail as she scrambled up amongst them. It would have been an adorable sight, if not for the rest of the little grove. [break][break]
The Faron Woods were not kind to outsiders. A dangerous, dark place for almost all. The large claw marks on the trees just outside the grove were but a reminder, and yet she didn't seem all that scared. It was as if the Deku Tree could protect her even here, fearless. [break][break]
However, most notably was the distinct lack of a corpse. Whether it finally decomposed after so many years or was dragged away by some scavenger, it was as if it never existed at all. And yet, at that exact spot lay something interesting. As if it had been there all along, tucked away beneath the roots of that rotten tree. A small wooden box, carefully hidden away. As if it was sealed away from the world, the weather aging the outside.[break][break]
If there was any new recognition on her face, from finally making the connection to the corpse she had previously refused to recognize and the box she had found so long ago, she didn't let it show. Even though her heart did suddenly feel like it was twisting around inside her chest. Her face remained passive, empty, staring at the spot. The memory was clear as day, no figments of a faded recollection anymore.[break][break]
Was this what growing up felt like? She didn't like it. [break][break]
Eventually, after a few moments of silence, she finally spoke. A smile returned to her face, but it definitely seemed less energetic than before. "Ooh, now is my turn to ask you a question, ma'am. What do you think is in that box?"
[attr="class","ooc-area"]Twilight can't snuff out childlike joy. — Marianne de Hyrule
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