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Perhaps upon a time Salvia knew what her heart longed for, that each waking day it yearned and called for.
Blank spaces twirled in her mind though, pages ripped from a book leaving only the first few chapters and the last, with no way to see the progress of the characters that lived blissfully in the book.
Perhaps it was why, when she had dug up Cypress from the soil of a tree she swore she knew, for once her poor heart settled just a bit. That when he shared his own sense of memory loss she felt connected to him.
It was only naturally she would help him grow- treating him much like a plant in certain aspects, sometimes accidentally watering him when she went through her garden and saw him standing idly close by.
Still, it had been a surprise when the once tiny brother grew big and strong. But a welcomed change, the stars knew how many times she ran with Cypress’ little pot in her arms from creepers and zombies alike.
Cypress seemed eager to help her once he could pick up a sword, swinging it with the grace of muscle memory but the clumsiness of one whose lost their touch. While a bit surprised by his hidden talent in wielding a sword, the two continued on as if it never even happened.
When he had suggested following her to pick the flowers needed for the making of dye, eagerly had she agreed. Last time when she went alone she spent the night chased by skeletons and zombies; spiders jumping from nowhere and creepers trying to stealthily ruin her clothes with their explosions.
And it was how she ended where she was, crouched before white flowers and determining the correct one for the pure white dye she needed.
“Big brother, I don’t think these azures work.” She spoke softly, “maybe the lily of the valley? I should write down these things, I keep forgetting.”
Unknowing to the death of the creeper behind her, Cypress leaned over her shoulder to stare at the flowers. “The lilies should be fine. Do you wish for to cure some leather for a new notebook?”
She sparkled, eyes lightening like tiny stars. “Yes! Oh we still have this pocket of-“ she rambled, turning her head away just as Cypress grabbed an arrow from midair.
His eye twitched.
He was getting truly tired of the monsters who thought themselves worthy to try and ruin his day out with his little sister.
“Puppy!”
Oh boy.