I knew a little girl once, she always held close to her mother as they walked through my little general store on the edge of the village. a small bag of horehound clutched tightly in her hands, and the stains of it on her little dress she bounced around the store as her mother shopped.
sometimes, as she grew older she would ask me about the scar on my eyelid.
once or twice I said nothing, and once or twice her mother said to hold her tongue. eventually I indulged her innocent curiosity in my procuring of the scar.


When I was seventeen and abroad I set up this shop and made my home here in the town of Rorawak with my love Kaylara. we would dance in the after-hours when the store was empty and sing strange songs that the village folk thought queer. We would walk in the light of the waning moon, so many beautiful flora glowed brightly in that soft ethereal light. Even the Spencer Trees appeared to Glow, as if soaking in all the suns rays in the daylight was to guide the creatures safely through the woods.
Why, there were even Bell-like flowers that actually chimed! softly and with a beautiful tone they whispered their cry as the breeze bounced them to and fro.
One of the Bell-Flowers took root in a small cliff face. different then the others it swelled as it swayed in the night winds, letting a violin-like sigh as it reached it's apex.
My love Kaylara gazed longingly at the ViolinBell-Flower, and on all our walks she would lead me to that same spot.

On the Eve of our anniversary I gently snuck out into the open arms of the night to retrieve my prize. Dangly from the Cliff face I grasped the thick Roots and Tendrils, panting heavily.
Upon Reaching the Sighing Flower I drew from my pack a spade and thrust it deep into the earth.
Then two very peculiar things happend at once, with a final stab I severed the thick root and carefully set the Flower in my pack, but the Bell made nary a sound.
and then I fell.
"and then what" the little girl asks,"What happend after you fell?"
"Well, young lady, on my way down I caught some of the vines, most minor cuts 'cept for that big ol' one on my eye." I said, the little girl looked puzzled.
"What About the flower that sighed like a violin?" she inquired.
"the flower sadly", I drew a breath,"The Flower Sadly never sighed again, when I cut it away from the root it died. See honey, you can't just take something away from where it roots, that's its home. That flower could have stayed forever on that cliff face, free from the animals that may feed on it. It's song could have been sung for generations. But I took it for myself, for my love, child. But anyway, you dont need to hear such thing on such a beautiful night" I smiled," go on now, here's your candy." the little girl smiles and sways back and forth, Crunching the sweets in her mouth. Her mom comes and pickher up, and she waves at me as they leave. the door opens. the Bell rings, And they fade into the hustle and bustle of the village.