The festivities that were being prepared in Nasha Town weren't exactly pleasant for her, to be honest. And to avoid it, as well as anyone wanting to bother her with sweet gestures and hopeful expectations, she had decided to spend a bit more time outside the town— Go between the outcrops once +

Just because you did something bad 、that doesn't make you a bad person.

She gave it some time before heading back out to venture toward any of the outcrops like she usually did— Playing it safe, due to the last time she had left flowers. This time, it was another small bouquet of mixed blooms. The petals frosty from ice as she placed them down, huffing softly as she +

Regret is a heavy burden, my love

When people are protecting something truly special to them, they truly can become, as strong as they can be.

☆ : I can finally properly piece together things for Tholindis....

in your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. always. for where else could I go? who else could I love but you?

Stars will fall 𓈒

There was something itching under her skin with how he seemed to press this. Brow twitching slightly before furrowing, attention dropping down and carefully making its way back up as she took the man in- suspicion making her chest tighten and back straighten slightly as Tholindis waited for the +

"I...." What could she say to this offer? Her attention flickered between the man and the flowers she left this time- hands close to herself, hovering over her abdomen as she gently twisted at her middle finger, lips pressed together and one brow twitching as she thought how she could navigate +

people always say that you only discover how precious something is after you lose it, but i think you really only recognize it, when you see it a second time again face to face.

It wouldn't be the first time that a Lightkeeper, as she's learned that they're called, came across her when she was making her rounds between outcrops. Let alone has it been the first time she left like she was being monitored again, knowing she was by one person or another at this point. So when +

She was a soldier 、and an orphan 、she was tough for so long. But she had to open herself up to others to truly be strong.

She's spent the past two days collecting— Finally coming to another outcrop with an armful of flowers this time that she had quickly, carefully, placed down, a frosty breath escaping and hands pressed together a bit to keep them warm, thumb rubbing over her knuckles as she stayed put for a few +

what a plottwist you were.

when he caresses me with hands soaked in blood, am i still allowed to love that touch?

i'd follow him to hell and back, but i wish he'd just stop going there.

As well as being a genuine sweetheart 、I am also often a difficult 、volatile and neurotic woman. And that's ok. This is actually very endearing to the right person.

.... There's no flowers today. It's's cold and the frost on the ground because of it prevented them from blooming for long. For now, she plans to sit nearby, arms crossed and face half covered by the borrowed coat— Just.... Taking it all in. Taking her time staring at the stars starting to +

I will love you like this now, you can recognize it later. But I would never blame you if you would never stay here.

everything is grey — his hair, his smoke, his dreams.

"If you have sinned, then it's my sin as well for making you do it. So, let's carry your cross together.",

That’s because… she isn’t someone… who asks for the moon.

it doesn't really matter if you're open or not. i'm verbose enough for the both of us.

i loved & i loved & i lost you.

do you remember the first time we met? i believe in things like fate. so i think it was fate.

At this point, her back is fully healed. Not even a hint if tenderness or being tense due to the location it was down her back— Which means that when Tholindis came with more flowers, she had the time and energy to stop at a few of the outcrops. Detouring slightly when the creatures formed by +

even if i lose this feeling, i’m sure that i’ll just fall in love with you all over again.

Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and know it.

𐔌 you are sorrowful, my love . ꒱

This time, with the routinely flowers she's leaving behind, there's a little tag tied to one of the stems- careful of the buds drooping down and heart-shaped. It was short and simple. The message direct and meant to be speficially noticed by the person hopefully receiving it. '𝘛𝘪𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳.' And, +

i know what it's like to regret the choices made… and knowing you can't take it back.

It was spring. I was still hopeful. In my chest, what beat was cracked but still salvageable.

everything is grey — his hair, his smoke, his dreams.

What I did was stupid. I don’t expect anything from you. But at the end of the world, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted to see.

A bit more bundled than she usually wluld be to accomodate for the cold- one hand holding the collar of the coat closed as she leaned down to put another bouquet of flowers down, huffing a bit when she noted thst the previous one she put here last night was still there. She was pouting. Just a +

i wish things were simpler for us.

........ It's been a long, and restless, night. Too cold and having been a bit feverish throughout the day, only having been able to finally stand and leave to wander toward the closest outcrop— A bit shaky, having stsyed there for a little longer than usual to rest before heading right back to +

"As irrational as I've been in the past, and even now, I'm not delusioned to what he can do. It's been five hundred years for him— For you both." Hesitating a moment, Tholindis had gone back down to pick up one of the flowers. Still frowning as she stayed put, spinning the stem between her fingers +

She hadn't really expected for anyone to be here with her- maybe one of the Ratnik, on the off chance, but anyone else? Going still, shoulders drawn slightly up and tense, Tholindis glanced over her shoulder to look at the other. A small frown pulling at the corners of her lips as she twisted a +

Another day of putting out flowers— Uneasy as she stood there for a moment after placing them down, lips pressed together and letting out a sigh as she stared at the monument. Besides the flowers being gone and the one time a flower was left behind to be found, she's been.... Getting a bit +

More flowers left at an outcrop. Though, she didn't linger this time like she usually would— The rain's had her attention for most of the day, and with Nod Krai's colder weather, she's feeling a little too icy this time despite the warmer clothing. She wants to enjoy this before she winds up sick.

.... She should leave to place more flowers. Maybe that woman from Sumeru would be willing to part with more of those white flowers....

She's further out than she's been thus far. Once again to place flowers down- same few that she's been leaving out, some of them picked along the way. And one was the flower that had been left at the outcrop she had gone to the day before. A wet tissue banded around the stem in +

She hadn't been able to make another trip to the outcrops the past day or two due to some work she had picked up— Something to do with her hands, as she waited here in Nasha Town for Rerir to finally notice that she was here. So by the time she had managed to return to one, she had decided to +

Today, a bundle of tiny yellow wild flowers that were collected— Along with more of those white ones she had before. This time, she just.... Lingers. Staring at the monument that indicated where the Hunt would've been, thinking as she kept one of the yellow ones in her hands to keep herself +

More local flowers at the outcrop by the cliffs of Blue Amber Lake. The wilted ones she left before were replaced this time with fresher ones— Lingering a moment to glance around, lips pressed together before turning to walk off again.

why can't you see me? why can't i stop needing you to see me?

Another bundle of flowers— This time they're a few small stems of trumphet-shaped, white clusters of flowers. A variation apparently found in Sumeru. .... They.... Reminded her of him. So she asked for a couple from the woman who had Sumerian goods displayed in her shop.