“Love makes the sun rise, and darkens the blackest night.” –Layoran proverb
Photo credit: James Petts
Long ago there lived a powerful jayanta named Hamij. In his whole jayan, Hamij’s greatest treasure was his wife, Azidima. He filled the land with daffodils, her favorite, the same perfect blue as her eyes.
When Azidima died, those daffodils tormented Hamij.
Enraged with grief, Hamij prayed to Akatala. If he must take Azidima, take her daffodils too.
Every daffodil withered.
In time, Hamij repented, longing for reminders of his beloved. He beseeched Akatala to return her flowers, lamenting his lapse.
On Azidima’s gravemound, they grew. Daffodils, but never again blue. Yellow, for Akatala’s love, and white, for death. Bowed down, in sorrow, evermore.
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