AZANA GAZED AROUND herself in amazement. Tiny flower buds peeked up through the sandy black soil. Their delicate cream-orange or misty-gray colors seemed undone, as if they were still in need of more care.
Like seeds…or children.
Watching with interest, Azana saw her host pick a few of the plumper buds and add them to his basket.
“You have to make sure they are just right before mixing them into dreams,” he told her, holding a pretty amber-orange one between his thumb and forefinger.
Written: 18 Nov 2015
Inspired: Azana (a technically revised plot point in Romance of Three Jewels)