Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Field of Melancholy

Soon after moments of erasing a sleeve and redrawing an eye, when she was happy enough with her appearance, Lady ScatterTea ScaredyCat began telling me her story. And what a wildly strange and magical story it was...
It seemed LadyScatterTea was entirely stitched together of scraps of fabric, each with its own story. For this she was very melancholic. Never had she lived an adventure of her own, she only carried those of others.
Being the queen of the field, all the flowers under her reign were as melancholic as she and thus, every flower was drained of color....
Every flower but one, who was brilliantly red because she was in love.

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