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Flowering. Approach. Part 10: Dusk to Dawn

by Thavien Yliaster 6 months ago in Series
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The light gives way to the night. The night gives way to the light.

"Flowering," just like its artwork, is a work in progress. Thank You.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

After stories by the fire as their eyes started to doze off, the children were moved into the hut as the parents waited for the fire to die down.

“Are you going to stay up again?”

“I’ve always stayed up past moon’s meal.”

“Wetah,” she took his hands in hers, “you need to rest. You’ve done this far too much.”

“The day I rest is the day that they find us. If they find us, who knows what could happen.”

“I know that you will protect us as you have before. I know that I will protect them as I have before. It was because of the choices that we made that we saved her, our own lives, and made them.”

“I’m just… I know I’m not the best. I could give them affliction, just like how I used to, but I don’t have the capacity to continue that forever.”

“You are always my sharp axe.”

“An axe that’s being ground down constantly. If a man tries to stay too sharp for too long, it’ll eventually break him, and wear down his own life.”

“Sometimes the mere sight of an axe, or the idea of it, is better than having to use one.”

He looked over at her, smiled, chuckled, and leaned in for a kiss. They did so, as the children’s eyes grew heavy whilst laying amongst the floor.

“Please,” he asked her, “keep them warm.”

“Please,” she asked him, “keep us strong.” She traced a hand on his arm as she left back into the hut, her warmth lingering more so than the fire in front of him.

Whilst she curled up on the floor, he stayed outside carving. Wood, stone, tools, toys, and all sorts of things that came to mind. Once he started it was difficult to stop. Making things always came natural to Wetah. “By consuming that which the world gives me to eat and drink, I can use that to change the world around me.”

When dawn broke in the morning, LaRha swapped places with Wetah. It was natural for her. She wasn’t tired, nor was she particularly excited to leave the warmth of the circle with the children, but she always enjoyed the sight of a new day dawning. Picking up where he left off, she would continue to construct with what she could with her own hands, allowing Wetah’s mind and hands to be at ease.

Rising early with her though was Zephyr. He didn’t do it often, but always enjoyed the sun. LaRha called him a “sun baby.” It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the daylight at times, especially during the shivering times. It was as if there was so much sun, and he couldn’t collect it all for the time that it was there.

“Did you rest well?” LaRha asked her son. He nodded his head yes groggily, rubbing the crust from his eyes. “Are you hungry?”

“I have to pee.” He proceeded to walk off towards the apple treeline.

“Make sure to do so on a tree that we don’t lean on,” she called out to him.

“Okay,” he hollered back.

“Bring back some apples when you’re done. I’ll slice them for you.”

“Will do.” Running off, he quickly found a tree far enough away to give him the privacy he desired, along with the modesty for his family. Letting out a sigh of relief, he smiled and tilted his head back upon enjoying the serenity of the world.


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.



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