lady of the forest.

But what if in addition to this blog I made Julia.

“You know you can just call me Kiran, right?” 

Kiran wondered whether this was mere formalities or something else, there still remained a lot for him to learn and understand. The circumstances which brought them all together had been a strange yet dire one, even so, did his best to make each Hero that arrived as comfortable and as welcomed as possible. Deirdre, on the other hand, was aHero with… complicated matters, with her amnesia, the Askr trio and himself did everything possible to help with her memory; giving her space when needed and generally respecting her boundaries. None knew how to properly approach her memory loss, not wanting to risk something happening to her. 

“Vague, huh?” His fingers stroked his chin thoughtfully, eyes softening at her wondering what Deirdre was going through. His mouth twitched glancing back between her and the flowers. “You think so? I really want to make sure they grow nice and healthy.”

The summoner gave a silent nod, Askr was a strange place for many and not every Hero adjusted to the castle quickly; allowing her to take time to get comfortable within the castle walls and among the other Heroes was important. “If there’s anything I can help with, or you know, if you want to talk about anything I’m here. I can be a good listener if that’s what you need, Lady Deirdre.” 

“Yes, I do, sir— ... Kiran.” The woman corrected herself almost immediately, yet not without obvious hesitation. Because... “... I assumed it would be better to refrain from such familiarity without your direct permission. I did not want to seem disrespectful.”

Such kindness... it wasn’t new, it seemed. She remembered that someone once was kind to her, almost unusually kind, someone who took her with him, — it must have been a man, she was sure of it — and brought her to a place she could call home. Just like now, she was surrounded by people who only wished her well. Yet she couldn’t seem to remember what they looked like. Not a single face came to her mind. This time, everything was different: her own feelings, these people, the nature of their kindness. Yes, all of it was and felt different, yet so nostalgic, calming and warm.

His next statement, however, was met with a faint and soft smile despite her unintentional awkwardness.

“But yes, I do think so. I’m afraid I do not know why I feel such a strong connection to nature, but what I do know is, you treat them well, and while they cannot speak, they will show gratitude by growing stronger and faster. That I know for sure.”

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“Never thought I’d see you up this early, Lady Deirdre!” The summoner cracked a smile, pushing himself off of the ground from the flowerbed turning and greeting her properly, Kiran’s face did glow red slightly. “I’ve been trying to tend to the flowers but with winter coming and all, it’s been kinda hard. I’m not exactly good with… gardening.” 

The sheepish smile was more embarrassing than he’d ever truly admitted, hopefully, she wouldn’t tease him too badly. “A-Anyway, are you on your way to breakfast or some training?”

“I beg to differ, Summoner.” The woman spoke, hands folded folded humbly in front of her. Deirdre had always been rather reluctant to come into contact with people, even her allies, due to rules that were set by someone a long, long time ago for reasons that remained unknown. No matter how hard she tried to remember why those restrictions were necessary and what happened to her before she suddenly arrived in the kingdom of Askr, called by a voice she had never heard before, her mind was blank. “I don’t know why, but... this brings back some — unfortunately, rather vague, — memories, as if nature and I share... a bond, perhaps? Plants, like any other living being, appreciate your help and care. If they could talk, I’m sure they’d thank you. All you need to do in return is practice and approach them with love and respect.”