Okay For Storyteller Saturday, What Is The Kindest, Most Softest Memory Your Characters Have? Do They

Okay for storyteller saturday, what is the kindest, most softest memory your characters have? Do they try to get a moment like that again and chase after possibilities or do they acknowledge it as something they turn to when they need comfort by themselves?

You instantly went for the deep stuff! 

So, Alka and Lumen share the same one namely their first meeting. Alka had been travelling alone for quite some time and wasn’t in the best place mentally. Meanwhile Lumen had existed in the same sort of limbo, hanging around the swamp floating around aimlessly (and maybe accidentally lead some misguided travelers off the path, like will'o'whisps do).

For Lumen it’s that first moment, when their vision clears, floating somehwere above the ground now granted a body. The ability to perceive new things, left such a profound impact that then and there they decided that they were going to follow Alka in a personal quest to experience as much as they can sunsets, falling stars, the sound of fresh snow. Though nothing can ever replace that first moment.

Alka’s was a bit later, when they realized that the little will'o'whisp they so impulsively gave a body, was now creeping behind them, hiding behind a tree everytime they stood still or turned. The pitter patter of small feet however followed them for the rest of the day, after that the steps were much closer, as Alka had invited Lumen to stay by their side. In current times Alka can’t really imagine life without their trusted companion and wouldn’t trade it for anything else, except maybe seeing Lumen’s childlike wonder for everything around them turning the mundane into something extraordinary.

With Meihua it’s the day she received the crown of roses from her wife, Kujali as a reminder of her love for her. She imbedded it with magic which prevents them from decaying over time. Meihua is not one for staying in one and the same place for long periods of time and will go wherever the wind blows just to make discoveries and see new places. The flowers are a part of her wife that will always be with her even when theres mountains and sea’s between them. It’s her most precious possesion and there is nothing else that could replace it.

In contrast to her wife, Kujali (who’s name I changed from Mirembe) can’t manage to pinpoint a certain memory or event that is most precious to her, it’s the culmination of so many things, Meihua fervently waving as a small speck on the horizon before she dissapears out of view again or that ear to ear grin when she tells what happened on her travels. Everything is just so precious and Kujali wants to see how many more of these sort of memories she can create.

The fact that I don’t write much except for papers for college is coming back to haunt me xd I hope you like it :)