Cerulean eyes glided over to the empyreans and above her was a stretch of sky and though the pale blue colour was inviting in its own right, leering into it echoed nothing but forlorn thoughts, lost in the transition of cloud to puff to nothingness over the short span of a few moments. The youth watched the clouds raced over the cobalt sky above and she loved how fast they go, over the blazing yellow orb and other puffs of white cushions. Fleeting was the process of dispersing clouds, which Snowflake would easily compare to the fickleness of her identity and the deterioration of her memories, bit by bit, as he continued to wonder.
In her hand, the paper request would fold and crinkle, the words now a jumble of objectives that she had stapled into her prior. Her regular routine of checking the request boards permitted her to collect the request that she has in her hands which was to train some children to become future soldiers and so on. Assuming that she would get some practice out of training some young soldiers, Snowflake decided to take upon the quest, which was why she was at the park, preparing to begin her lessons for the children. The park was quite large and she wasn’t sure where the children were located and hence, she had to go out of her way and search the kids as if she was their mother.
The park was nothing like the Crocus streets, peaceful and quiet where miniature formal gardens were made for the elderly that had retired there for the quiet life. It had benches, ornamental trees, wild flowers adorned all around the park. The entire place was filled with the fragrance of flowers and even though she was not a big fan of flowers, the scent soothed her chest. The harsh gales blew across the undulating land of Crocus, gently caressing her cheeks and lifted up the dry leaves that were scattered on the grass in a swirl. Shortly after she wandered the park, she would come across a group of young children clashing their wooden swords against each other, still new to the touch of the sword.