Yasha's eyes flitted through her new journal, her thumb caught each page and a waft of that new journal smell rose to her her nose. She smiled gently. "Zuala will love this" she thought. Yasha slipped the journal back into her bag and continued on her way through the forest. It was damp and muggy. A light morning mist made it hard to see along with trees. The plants of the forest unraveled at the first glimpse of the sun made it that much more magical. Soon she would reach the field but she must find a flower first.
Entry Number 1: Gardenia
I shouldn't even be making this in the first place but I do it for you, darling. This Gardenia represents our forbidden love. And although it may be forbidden by the tribe, I know for certain that when I look at these petals and am reminded of the bright smile on your face when we first met you, it has to be true love. It has been a year since then. Another harvest should be coming soon. Although, we still cannot spend the festivities together, I'll be thinking of you. Soon I'll be able to whisk you away and we can travel Xhorhas far and wide without worry. I know this may seem repetitive but I know you love flowers and I tell you this often, but one day we will have a garden of our own. Each flower species carefully picked out by you to suit our home will grows their roots long and deep into the earth, forever cemented there enriched with wind and rain, heartbreak and loss, victories and happiness. This is what makes a house a home after all I suppose, a good berating of humanity. Please remember, to love you dearly,
-Yasha
Yasha wrote that in a field of wilting wildflowers. The summer is coming to an end. The rice, beets, potatoes, and other such things are beginning to mature. The birds are migrating to a warmer place while squirrels prepare to withstand the colder temperatures. Soon Yasha must leave too. Fall is the prime time to hunt the deer and turkeys, and they must travel with them to sustain the tribe in the winter months. Zuala helps take care of the children in the tribe. She is a caring woman, and although Yasha is too, Zuala has a softer, gentler touch. Rarely bumbly or awkward, the head of the tribe had deemed her a perfect fit. That's what attracts Yasha the most. To her, being kind had always seemed like the most reasonable approach to dealing with things. And yes, one always has to put their foot down at some point but in general the tribe's aggressive approach to solving problems had always seemed nonsensical to her. But Zuala was different. Yasha loved that.
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Zinnia
FanfictionYasha likes to write about her love, Zuala, often attaching a flower. She writes the journal to document their relationship and events during her time in the Dolorov tribe.
