We kept on walking till we reached a place where huge flower petals with bluish-green petals were abundant. Despite their beauty, these flowers featured sharp thorns at the tips of their petals that may cause injury if handled carelessly, Aunt May told me. "The name for these blossoms is 'Hesioline.' They need to be processed precisely, but they can cure interior problems like inflammation of the intestines and stomach."
Aunt May painstakingly plucked the flowers, and I watched as she made little tools out of big fruits to make baskets and sacks. Aunt May moved with the deftness of a master craftswoman. The woman had been my own only family when their familiar world crumbled, and for that, I felt admiration for Aunt May.
We went back to Aunt May's temporary encampment a few hours later, before I showed up. Aunt May started making a basic supper while we processed the plants we had gathered. As Aunt May worked, i sat by the warm campfire and watched.
Upon a little pause, I spoke forward and asked, "Aunt May, will we always reside here? Amidst these blossoms, flower meadow?"
Taking a moment to observe me, Aunt May halted. "Yes, provided we can stay alive. However, it is imperative that we remain watchful. There are many unexpected threats in this life. Additionally, we need to never stop looking for a way to break this curse.
I dipped her head, lost in thought on Aunt May's remarks. She was at peace in this flower meadow, but she was also aware of how much she didn't know. Even still, we were completely dependent on ourselves in this novel environment.
I stared up at the sky as it grew darker as Aunt May got back to her job. Something more, something that might alter the course of our lives irrevocably, existed beneath the surface of this natural beauty.
After we finished our dinner and made our temporary beds beneath the starry sky, Aunt May and I drifted off to sleep, accompanied by the gentle warmth of the little bonfire. We were rocked to sleep by the sound of the wind brushing over the petals.
An early riser was Aunt May. With the last of the herbal ingredients we had collected over the previous several days, she started to make the last remedy for me. As I opened my eyes to the first rays of dawn, I beheld Aunt May, as the day before, with a delicate cup crafted from a Pabu fruit.