folklorist | ϡ - chapter thirteen; rememberance [action|written]

[ Around mid-afternoon Helios will be making his way across town with a small bundle of flowers in his hands. It might seem a bit odd, random even, but today is a rather...hard day for him; regardless he does have a small smile on his face as he makes his way through town. There's soft hum coming from his lips, absentmindedly and almost indistinguishably if you're not close enough. It's a soft melody and peaceful, or as peaceful as he can manage it to be. He has his journal with him just in case anything goes wrong.

He pauses momentarily at the edge of town, looking back almost as if he's thinking of making a post but...he decides against it for now. And then he turns and heads off into the forest.

He'll return later with one lone flower still in between his fingers and some dirt on both pant legs and his hands. He takes a seat by the fountain in the town square idly looking at his journal and of course the flower he is twirling unmindful with his pointer finger and thumb of his left hand. ]

If you could go back and change one event in your life, would you? Or would leave it as a reminder or perhaps a lesson learned? History is known for teaching us our past mistakes and also to be used in helping us in the future as well. History repeats itself as the saying goes.

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I have spent every day wishing that I could change the past, but I cannot help but wonder how doing so would affect the future.

I think most people do at least at one point in their life. You can't help but muse about paths not taken. [ There's a small pause before he continues. ]

I've been meaning to speak with you about a few things, actually. I have a wonderful recipe that I'd like you to try for these cookies I made. Perhaps you could even put them into the bakery if they're good enough.

And there is always the question about where those paths not taken may have led, and what you might have missed by taking them instead.

I would be happy to try that recipe of yours. With all of the New Feathers arriving, I have a feeling that the bakery is going to be doing even more business than usual.

Yes I find myself wondering that quite a lot lately.

I'll be sure to whip you up a batch to try. Ted seemed quite fond of them when he came over last time, so I thought I'd go to your expertise for tasting as well.

I would appreciate that. I'm always looking for new recipes to try, just for a bit of variety.

By the way, now that things seem to be settling down, I was wondering if you had given any further thought to the idea of that cultural festival we had discussed before. The influx of New Feathers would be the perfect excuse for holding something of that nature.

Yes the festival I had almost forgot what with everything happening. But I believe you're right it would be just the thing needed to help with that. Or at least allow people to get to know each other a bit better.

And now that the weather is more comfortable, it would be easy enough to hold it outside in the plaza to attract more attention. Perhaps I could even speak to Gelda about getting the students from the school involved with it as well.

That would actually be a wonderful idea especially for the school. Cultural aspects are a part of learning about others after all.

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