[ It's interesting to hear the kinds of stories that are passed down in different worlds. Rare that she ever has the time or means to listen to somebody tell it to her.
Hard to imagine most of the Aeons caring so much about one person's sorrow, it's simply not Their Domain. ]
It is. A beautiful story too, to have one person's life written into the stars and into a flower.
It is wonderful, isn't it? There's a large festival that is celebrated all throughout Iria when the Convallaria begin to bloom, where people dance, eat convallaria cakes, and spend time amongst the flowers.
[ he sets a hand to his heart, smile warm. ]
I find them to be quite beautiful, myself. And though we can't see the constellation overhead, I still find myself looking for it, even in this sky.
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Hard to imagine most of the Aeons caring so much about one person's sorrow, it's simply not Their Domain. ]
It is. A beautiful story too, to have one person's life written into the stars and into a flower.
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[ he sets a hand to his heart, smile warm. ]
I find them to be quite beautiful, myself. And though we can't see the constellation overhead, I still find myself looking for it, even in this sky.
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It sounds like a wonderful festival. [And hopefully he'll be able to see it again, if that's what he wants for himself.]
Maybe we can't find the exact constellation, but we can try to find something close?
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[ as he looks upwards, head tilted back. ]
Do you know any similar stories, Miss Samuel?