It all ties into the Red String Theory

Chapter 2

"Good once you're finished then you can go to the gardens," Igong said as he stood from the table. He wore a blue robe today that had dandelions popping from the shoulders mimicking wool.

"Hey Ignong," She started.

He turned from where he was already halfway out of the kitchen. "What type of flower was I?" She asked curiously.

He gave her a weak smile. "Don't bother yourself with what you were. Focus on what you are. If you still want to know after being here for more than a week, then I'll tell you." He said.

With that last thought, he left her to finish her breakfast.

***

Sakura stepped into the field of multi-coloured hydrangeas. Their essence lifted her spirits instantly. For a split second, she remembered what her grandmother had once taught her.

The colour of the hydrangea is highly influenced by its soil. So is the personality of a child in the type of home they are brought up in.

A smile formed on her face as she remembered sitting next to her grandmother on the lawn as she watered the flowers and when she wasn't paying attention her grandmother would splash her with the water.

Memories felt distant to her now. Nothing felt quite like it was hers. Her mothers' eyes or her dad's sense of humour didn't seem to matter, because they weren't there. There was no one to compare herself to. Nothing that made her... her.

She brought her thoughts back to the task at hand and saw the pink flowers turn a little grey. Not like they were dying, but like they were losing colour and becoming dull. Her heart dropped at the sight.

The library! She thought as she quickly made her way back to the building. She ran up the stairs, she witnessed the flowers making space for her as she travelled up four flights of stairs to the library.

She stopped in front of the white doors. Thorns covered the door in protection. A brow raised she reached a hand out to the door, cautious not to touch it. Her hand was less than an inch away from the door when the thorns disappeared and even pulled away from the door. She let out a sigh of relief and pushed the door open. The inside of the library was huge.

Walls filled with books and plants and there were a few tables in the middle. The sun beamed into the room and landed on one table on the side with a stack of cloth-bound books on top of it.

She stepped through the door half expecting it to shut behind her and trap her in the safety of the room, but nothing happened. She stepped over to the table filled with books and read the titles.

"Botanicals for beginners."

"The herbalist guide to protecting flowers."

"Flowers in terms of souls."

"Illnesses that blossom through flowers."

Her hands swept over the dusty books until she finally opened, illnesses that blossom through flowers, and went directly to the index.

She gently turned the pages until her hand landed on the word 'hydrangeas' and used it to find the right page number. She quickly flipped through till she was on the right page. Her eyes first caught sight of the purple flower pressed into the page and her eyes filtered through to the situation at hand.

The greying of a flower can indicate that people are experiencing a situation that is faltering their belief in life.

Directions to fix issues:

- Give water.

- Bring up words of affirmation.

- Take one singular leaf from this flower and mix it with river water and salt for protection.