Maquia When The Promised Flower Blooms -2018- B... «Reliable»

A lance of fire. A collapsing tower. Ariel, pinned beneath a beam, his leg shattered.

A baby. Wrapped in a bloodied cloth, his tiny fists clenched against a world that had already abandoned him. Maquia When the Promised Flower Blooms -2018- B...

“Stop treating me like a child,” he snapped, his voice cracking into a man’s baritone. He stood a head taller than her now. She still looked fifteen. “You’re not my real mother. You’re… you’re nothing .” A lance of fire

Maquia didn’t understand loneliness. Not yet. A baby

“You’re crying,” Maquia whispered, touching the tear on his cheek. She realized, with a strange pang, that she was crying too.

Maquia stayed until his hand grew cold. Then she walked out into the meadow where the dandelions bloomed—the promised flowers that carried wishes to the sky. She blew on a seed head, watching the white fluff scatter.