[ embrace ] !
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[ EMBRACE ] for your muse to pull my muse into a tight embrace .
She had been out for way too long. She knew that, and yet still continued on with her own personal mission, even with the moon straight above her in the sky. This was the island where a legendary moonflower bloomed, said to have been planted by the astrals as a secret medicinal herb that could even bring someone back from the brink of death. Once the war started, though, almost all the flowers were burned…But, ever hundred years or so, the small glow of a flower could be seen in a full moon, and any one who picked it would be blessed. A fantastical local story that got Diantha’s mind working, and when all these villages had so many similarities and points of proof…
She had to at least see it, or at least try to see it, on this cloudless, full moon night.
Though she had been out since sundown, somehow convincing Gran and the others to not accompany her (though Jamil had followed, for a bit, before he was promptly shooed away). She didn’t want anyone else up so late for such a silly venture that probably wasn’t even worthwhile; yet now she’s realized just one girl couldn’t find something so mystical on her own. Dirty, sweaty, and feeling fatigued, a trip on a tree root that had her landing flat on her face told her that enough was enough. The childish wish of a storybook fantasy to become reality was diminished, getting to her knees and chiding herself for being so caught up in it this long. Everyone would comfort her at the inn, or chastise her, or both. And she could feel the spirit she felt hours ago leaving her as she thought of each individual response, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked around her —
A faint glow made her blink the tears away. On the other edge of the meadow, just a glint of something waving slightly in the wind. It was enough to make her heart skip a beat, one last reserve of resolve filling her chest as she made a mad dash for it, galloping towards it until she almost stepped on its beautiful petals. It looked so delicate and so beautiful, glowing as if it was absorbing the moon’s reflected light. Maybe that’s how it got it’s power in the first place…It doesn’t matter, nor does the brief thought that maybe this was a much different flower, because she’s already getting out the jar she brought in her bag and digging the flower from the earth. Placed gently inside the jar with an extra bit of soil, top poked with holes before screwing it back on, she had to take a moment to look at the precious thing. A legend come to life. Her own mission, complete.
She’d bet her scream of joy woke up every monster and villager within miles of her, but she doesn’t care. All Diantha cared about was holding the jar as close to her chest as possible, and running like the wind. Tears of joy blocked her vision as fast as she could blink them away, but in her adrenaline rush she didn’t mind bumping into trees and getting a twig or two caught in her hair. She just cared about showing her achievement to everyone in the crew, starting with the one who mattered most —
Who was about at the edge of the village by the time she saw them. “Gran!” She exclaimed with such joy, her happiness rising even higher as she spotted them, holding the jar above her head so they could have a better look. “I found it! It was really real and I found it!” Such a proud tone that she never thought she’d carry, she raced towards Gran and didn’t notice his speed matching her own. “We have to ask around and see how we can prep this; we could save so many lives — Ack!”
The jar almost tumbled from her hands as Gran practically slammed into her, Diantha making incoherent noises as she kept fumbling before finally it was safely caught again. A sigh of relief escaped her, starting to ask Gran what that was all about —
Reality set in when she felt them shaking in their embrace and saw the look on their face. Ah, of course…
Her bag is opened and the jar is placed inside as fast but as gently as she could, the flower’s glow peaking out of the dark space. And then she’s quick to wrap her own arms around Gran, though not in the vice-like grip he had on her. She wondered, briefly, if all the other crew members were looking for her too, probably worried sick after hours of waiting. But no one was probably as worried as Gran…A knot of guilt formed in her chest, but her happiness had never been higher than right now. Such a strange mixture when knowing she was so loved and worried over.
“Oh…Oh, I’m so sorry I worried you, Gran.” She started, breath so shaky as the adrenaline started to drain from her, putting her ear against his chest. Goodness, their heartbeat was so fast…The flower was almost forgotten about as she rubbed circles into their back, hoping to help them relax a little. “I didn’t realize how much time would pass until I found it, which is of course why I asked you all not to come with me. But I…Oh, Gran.” In her mind, she should’ve known how worried they would get. If it was anyone from the crew being out so late like this, not just her, the captain would of course have a search party sweeping the whole island for them. The regret of remembering that fact too late is evident in her voice, but so is the joy of remembering such love, and also the reassurance that wanted to dissuade any of his fears. “I’m so sorry…But I’m here now, and the mission was a great success. And I promise that next time I’ll come home much sooner, or I’ll bring you along with me, okay?”