|white_jenna (white_jenna) wrote in ffvii_100,|
@ 2009-08-21 22:06:00
|Entry tags:||author: white_jenna, prompt: first lines|
Word Count: 104.
Author's Notes: Love this challenge idea! First line is from Watership Down.
The primroses were over.
The fluted gold and white lilies bloomed throughout the year, even surviving the mild winter beneath the insulating Plates. The primroses, however, had a definite growing season. They were the only flowers in the old church that withered and died every year. As spring warmed into summer, Aerith lovingly harvested the small seeds for the next year's planting, the leaves for tea, and the young flowers for wine. It was part of marking the seasons, of keeping time with the Planet, of listening to the whispers in the Lifestream.
Of counting the years since she had last heard Zack's voice.