Happy Birthday, Lymle Lemuri Phi!

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White flowers dotted the green of the plains. There had been none mere seconds before but then Lutea knew who had brought the flowers to life and why. She continued to observe, knowing what day it was and why Lymle chose to do the things that she did.

In the middle of the grass and flowers stood Lymle. She'd grown taller since her return from her journeys with Edge and their friends. Lutea knew something had changed in Lymle, an event that took place before her return to Lemuris. Sadness lurked in her eyes, sadness and a strange sense of wisdom and knowledge. Whatever she had seen and experienced traveling among the stars, they had taught Lymle, in Lutea's mind, that she couldn't remain a child forever, that children had to learn to cope with death and loss and grow from those lessons.

There was one thing, however, that would never change with Lymle. She would always love flowers, always coax them into growing in an instant, and be soft in her heart as the white petals carried away by gentle breezes.






Simple in logic
but never simple in emotions
A child's life is filled with simple complexities
Carefree is the only way to be, or so she thinks.

Sadness is never easy to take
Happiness can be just as hard
When you refuse to let anyone in.
There is devastation in his wake.

Life shouldn't be too easy.
Life shouldn't be too hard,
but when you're a simple girl
who only wants simple things
Life will take and give as it deems fit.

She misses her mom.
She misses her dad
but she misses him and her grandpa most of all,
the simple girl does.





Angels weren't supposed to fall, or so she'd been taught to believe.

Lymle never really thought of Faize as an angel. In her mind, Reirei was an angel. Reirei was kind and beautiful, the way Lymle believed such celestial beings to be, even when Reirei was angry about something or trying to keep Lymle from drawing all over the ship. But that was Reirei, and Lymle accepted as much.

Faize could be kind, but he wasn't beautiful, not like an angel. Faize . . . wasn't an angel. Oh, Faize tried to be kind to her, the way he was kind to everyone else, but there was something about him that bothered Lymle.

She paused and exhaled a heavy breath. A cool breeze floated by her, tugging on her hair and dress. White flowers swayed against  her, and their sweet, delicate fragrance rose up to greet her. They reminded her of Faize, especially around her birthday.

They'd celebrated her birthday on The Calnus, before Faize had left them to help his people. Everyone had given her some kind of a gift, all sweet and thoughtful, though Lymle hadn't figured out how they knew on what day she'd been born. Of the gifts she received, Faize's had been the simplest . . . and her most favorite . . . a white flower in a glass jar. Faize said it would never die. A simple gift for a simple girl, he'd said.

She'd lost the flower after The Calnus crashed on Nox Obscuris. She went to retrieve it before they left the ship behind, but the jar had shattered, killing the flower. She'd lost Faize shortly thereafter, and, when she lost Faize, Lymle learned something she never thought she would.

Angels didn't always appear as angels, so kind and radiant and beautiful, and angels could fall. They fell hard, and then they died.