Pasion Pasiva
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She happened upon a patch of wildflowers and stopped to examine what was growing. There was a small mat of red clover, which she pulled by the root. It took some care, but she managed to clean off all the little clumps of dirt before putting the plant away in her basket, atop a dense bed of watercress she had picked earlier. Next, she plucked a few dandelions, but just the younger blossoms, which she needed for tea. And lastly, just because they happen to be growing nearby, she picked a handful of wild strawberries. It was nothing inspiring, but she wasn’t disappointed.
Today’s walk into the woods had not been a foraging excursion but a quick trip to check on a particular project. She was attempting to cross-pollinate two very unique flowers – with very distinct qualities. The problem was, that one of the flowers (a snapdragon variety) seemed to only grow and thrive in a particular part of the forest, a very small clearing near a distinct brook. It was a shaded area that made it difficult for the other flower to grow, a marigold that sought out sunlight and warmth. It was troublesome and difficult, but after quite a few attempts, it seemed that some semblance of homeostasis had finally been achieved for both plants.
Alessandra was pleased, for she carried with her the memory of darling buds on the brink of blooming and that of course meant that she was one step closer to seeing her experiment through to fruition. Of course, there was still so much that could go wrong, and there was the rational part of her that knew something was probably going to go wrong, but having gotten this far meant that she could get to this point again, and surely that was half the battle won.
She smiled, so well pleased with herself and her own self-reflections that she decided she deserved a reward and popped one of the ripe, red strawberries right into her mouth, green stem and all. The aroma struck her before the taste, she breathed the fragrance of the fruit and the earth right into her lungs and then felt the sweetness of it melt right onto her tongue, followed quickly by a gentle acidity that made her shudder. She was only going to take a handful, but she couldn’t resist after tasting… Alessandra leaned over and nearly picked the shrub clean of the rest of its berries.
When her greedy little heart was content, and her basket was more than full – and her flowers were crushed under the weight of the berries – she got up and picked up her haul. She dusted off her breeches, soft but fitted black fabric, with a loose tunic on top and a neat leather vest laced up her back and neatly bound. It was a simple outfit, but very well kept. Finished rather fashionably by a nearly new pair of soft-leathered knee-high brown boots. It was by no means the outfit of a wealthy woman, but there were touches of pride here and there – like the silken embroidery at her wrists, a delicate design of wildflowers that added such a delicate and feminine touch to her outfit, or the small golden buttons on her leather vest, which upon close inspection were stamped with an intricate design.
And that was little to say about Alessandra herself, who for a young woman running around the forest and digging through the dirt, appeared impeccably clean. Her long hair carried a sweet smell and was woven into a thick braid, with playful wisps falling free and framing her pale oval face. She was small in stature, but large in presence, especially with how she moved in nature. Every step was full of confidence, like the path underfoot had been traveled hundreds of times before. But perhaps the thing that gave her the most confidence was a simple fact that she was all alone. Ever since Esther died, no one came around these parts. Now that the witch was gone, there was no need for the folks of Vel Anir to come to these parts of Falwood.
So Alessandra was left to her own devices.
She walked the dark forest path alone, carrying her basket with her berries and her flowers. Through the dense canopy of trees, she felt the speckled warmth of sunlight, and closed her eyes for a moment, feeling it soak into her skin. From here, she could hear the rushing of a small creek as it cut its way down her gentle hill. This was a lonely life, but it was her life, and for now, it was the only life she knew – and it was paradise.
Alessandra opened her golden eyes, molten pools of iridescent sunset, and carried on toward her small home.
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