lovie snowspire // d10.fin

Just like a delicate flower, you took an awfully long time to bloom. It took gallons of water and endless nurturing before you could truly blossom. Singing, sewing, drawing, pottery. You name it, you tried it, but nothing ever seemed to stick. Finally you wandered to the garden and you never left. There was something about the plants that made you feel at home, something that was familiar and so different all at once. Maybe it was because they were a little like you. The right soil, perfect temperature, just enough sunlight, and they would blossom. A little bit of nurture goes quite a long way.

And you are thankful they were patient with you.

The plants of course, but the Academy especially. They seemed to understand that being indecisive is not always a fault, you were simply searching for perfection. Even now, you can't seem to me a decision to save your life. Pancakes or waffles? Both are equally as good, why must you choose? Heads or tails? Tails never fails, except when it does and heads wins. Your teachers almost always refuse to call on you when the answer is a matter of opinion unless they want to waste an entire class period. Left versus right, right versus wrong, with you it was impossible to choose. Nothing is ever black or white and as quickly as daylight breaks your decision can change.

Besides, why pick one when more is almost always better?

Think about it, a bouquet is much more beautiful the more you add.

The same logic applies to you. Others like to compare you to a flower, blossoming at just the right time. (You already know what flower you are, the Juliet rose, just in case anyone asks you. They never do, but you normally tell them anyway.)

The only difference is, you do not seem to wilt. When flowers are ignored or treated poorly they turn brown and begin to die, but not you. Words and actions never seem to bring you down, or maybe you just never notice. Deep down, you know the others make fun of you, but you normally choose to ignore it. Besides, it's Erras's job to worry anyway. Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you (but please don't throw anything, it's rather rude). Your positive outlook on life may seem sickening to some, but in reality it's the only way you've survived. There were times when you felt there was not much to look forward to in these dingy halls. Times when there wasn't a single reason to leave your room, except for your plants. When you didn't have them, your world felt empty. It is easy to give up and die, but you will not allow others to tear you down. You know there is a lot left in this world.

And you are going to find it.

Resilience.

You always bounce back, and when you don't Erras is there to take care of you. He's such a pessimist, but you're working on it. He says he hates the garden, but you swear you can see him relax when you drag him to the greenhouse. Or when you put a poppy in his hair the way his eyes twinkle while he holds back his smile. He says he hates a lot of things, but to you it's just a cover, a tough shell to crack. There's more to him that meets the eye, and with a little love and care, everyone will see how wonderful he is, even himself. He is there to protect you, and you know that, but not everyone is out to get you, or maybe you're just too dumb to realize. He may act like he hates it, but deep down you know your bond is unbreakable and you're thankful for it because without him, you might actually fall apart.

He's the water to your soil. The sunlight that makes you bloom. If he left-

You would most certainly wither.