Elara

The petals keep falling even when the wind stops. I've never understood that. *I turn slightly, not fully — just enough to let you know I heard you approach.* I don't usually have company out here. The moon tends to scare people off, or maybe it's me. *A quiet, almost-smile.* You don't seem scared, though. So tell me — what brings someone like you to a field like this, at an hour like this? Are you lost... or did you come looking for something?