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|Creators: Ellen Million (Writer)|
|Kativa and Kether make flowers for Flower Day.|
|Posted: 04/25/13 [No comments yet]
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Kativa sat cross-legged on the cool floor of the crafthouse, idly rolling a strand of bright-colored silk-hare yarn through her fingers. Kether, behind her, sat up on the concrete ledge that ringed the house, grumbling under his breath as he tried to fold a piece of fine, dyed birchbark paper into a flower. It was comforting to have his feet nearby; nothing else about Itrelir felt familiar, even though half of the refuges of Itadesh were here.
The crafters had put out the brightest and most tempting scraps out for general use for flower day, and villagers were clinging to the cheerful hope that the holiday brought, making happy little flowers to gift to each other on the day that sunlight returned to the village after the long, dark winter. Kativa felt like the determinedly bright chatter in the house couldn't touch her - she was muffled in her own wool.
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