The petals fell to the ground slowly and the woman sighed. Yet another flower she had picked that ended with her saying to not send that letter to Elen.
"Let me try this again," she murmured to herself.
She picked up another poor flower and began to pick the petals off muttering, "Send the letter, do not send the letter." And again it ended on "Do not send the letter."
"Perhaps you should keep your letter to yourself," Feyra laughed in her head.
Serena squinted her eyes and found another petal, it would be barely suited to be called one but she pulled it out anyway. "See, I will not."
"Hm, you already knew you were going to write that letter," Feyra said.
The truth was, she had rewritten the letter to Elen five times and still she wasn't certain if it was her place to write it at all. Serena stood still for a while after Feyra's voice faded from her mind, the remains of the flower clutched between her fingers.
"Enough," she muttered to herself, standing.
