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Sunday, January 25, 2004
The Journey - History: Day 13
The little girl named Liiruhyi was an absolute joy to her parents. In her first three years she showed signs of a greater power than any royal child before her, but also a greater calm of spirit.
Toresti watched the child grow into a young woman, and he noted all of the nuances of her personality. She loved the palace garden, where all the flowers barely matched her beauty, and the green matched her eyes. Toresti twisted his way into the palace to become a gardener, so he could watch Liiruhyi everyday. To him, she was the most beautiful flower in all the world.
On the day he started his work, he met her. She came out into the sunlight, her golden hair glittering and a serene smile playing on her lips. At first, she didn't notice the strange young man working a small patch of soil in her favorite corner of the garden, but it wasn't long before she became to interested to stay away. And when he looked into her eyes and she into his, something within him cracked and fell away. She had to blink away the strange image of black eyes fading away, replaced by brown and green. She looked back at him, and smiled.
He couldn't say a word or take a breath, for, within her eyes was a light he never thought to feel again, love. Somehow she had broken through the shadow and found the sliver of something that had been hidden for at least a thousand years. She had found his soul.
From that day on they became better and better friends. He found her to be intelligent and willful, even sometimes playful with words, and she found him to be strong and warm, open to ideas she had once only shared with her own mind. She felt safe in his presence, but he was also quite mysterious which intriguied her all the more. He felt alive when he looked into her eyes, and he forgot what sadness was when she smiled.
They sat in the garden on her eighteenth birthday, and he handed her a little present wrapped in a cloth. "For you," he smiled through his nervousness.
She took it and opened it carefully. It was a liir flower, her namesake, beautifully and masterfully crafted from bits of colored cloth and carved wood. She was overcome with emotion, she couldn't even manage a thank you, but she had one thing to give in return, a kiss. That day, they promised to wed.
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