FLOWER CHILD

In a warm spring day, a rather tranquil mood was in the air. Birds chirped loudly
as the wind blew. Amidst these familiar noises a less familiar clip-clop rhythmically
closed along with the sound of wheels as a dusty old carriage traversed an empty
road in the countryside.
The horses walked lazily, they were old but reliable; This was not their first time
though these roads nor was it the second, or even the tenth, no... these horses had
come and gone though here so many times the soil seemed almost as if It’s surface
was accommodating to the shapes of their hooves.
Sitting inside, were a young girl and a woman. The girl covered her face with her
long auburn hair as she shifted on her seat nervously, occasionally looking at the
woman in front of her. Trying to be polite, she did her best not to stare, but the
woman’s appearance was hard to ignore. In one of her meek peeks she found her
eyes, they were piercing and golden in color such that they contrasted with her
dark brown complexion; her calm, but cold visage was framed by her velvety and
elaborate braided hair, complemented by strange ornaments of precious stones
and metals all over her luxurious dress which made her look like someone of noble
birth. The woman looks back at the young girl sitting across her as she pretends
to be lost in thought, fidgeting over her rags. As the girl peeks back to see if she is
being looked, she hears the sound of her voice asking in a gentle tone.
-how are you feeling?
The young girl kept fidgeting without saying a word.
-I know you have passed through a lot after the unfortunate passing of your parents,
but let me assure you. This is a nice place.
-the lady, realizing the child wasn’t comfortable, tried to engage her in conversation.
-I think you needn’t worry about your future here, you are a pretty young lady. I’m
sure you will be well received...That isn’t to say you will stay here forever, but even
if you do, I’m confident it will be a pleasant experience. After all It is practically a
resort-She says confidently, although her words seemingly had no effect on the girls
willingness to speak or on her mood, as she kept on playing with her hands with a
moody expression on her face.